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Li Qingluo just suggested that, in this chaotic world, these isolated and helpless women could form a secret alliance to help each other.
This suggestion made everyone present fall into deep thought.
But just then, a powerful, penetrating sound of water came in from outside without warning.
"Crash la la la..."
The sound was sudden and loud, instantly breaking the silence in the room and interrupting everyone's thoughts.
At first, they were all stunned, thinking it was a sudden rain or a mountain spring.
But upon closer listening, they could all tell that something was wrong.
That voice was clearly… In an instant, the expressions of all the women in the greenhouse became incredibly interesting.
Ning Zhongze's dignified and beautiful face flushed red to her ears in an instant, her eyes filled with embarrassment and disbelief.
Even the usually aloof and proud Taoist nun couldn't hold back anymore.
The dignified nun, though still keeping her head bowed and eyes downcast, revealed her inner turmoil through her slightly trembling eyelashes and the rapidly turning prayer beads in her hands.
The voice... was full of power, full of masculinity, full of primal, undisguised aggression.
It was like an invisible stirring stick, instantly turning the initial spark of shared hatred in their hearts into a pool of strangely hot spring water.
In some people's minds, the image of that enormous thing they had seen before, comparable to a strong donkey, uncontrollably surfaced.
The startling sound of the water not only attracted the attention of everyone in the greenhouse, but also reached the ears of the younger disciples who had been driven out and were waiting in the courtyard.
Yue Lingshan and the others looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and curiosity.
They whispered among themselves, wondering where the loud sound of the waterfall was coming from in the Mantuo Manor.
A few of the bolder ones even wanted to follow the sound to find out what was going on, but hesitated and dared not go forward because of the orders of their superiors.
Just as everyone was discussing this, a woman slowly walked out from the crowd.
She looked slightly older, wearing an extremely simple blue dress, her long hair tied up with only a wooden hairpin, and without any makeup.
The moment she appeared, the surrounding noise seemed to freeze instantly, for her aura was so otherworldly, like a lotus quietly blooming in a secluded valley, so pure that no one dared to have the slightest thought of desecration.
However, upon closer inspection, one will discover that beneath that simple dress lies a near-perfect female body.
Her slender waist, long legs, and graceful curves were all subtly revealed as the plain skirt swayed.
"Don't be impatient."
She spoke softly, her voice clear and cold like the clash of jade, yet carrying a reassuring strength, "I'll go and see for myself!"
She calmed the slightly agitated crowd, then, lifting her skirt, gracefully circled around to the side of the greenhouse without the slightest hesitation.
The moment she turned the corner, she froze.
It was a scene she had never imagined in her life, a scene brimming with impact: the back of a strange man.
Strong, powerful, and full of wild beauty.
His actions at that moment left this serene fairy, whose mind was as still as water, completely blank.
In the man's hand, she was holding something... that exceeded all her understanding of the male body.
And this enormous thing was recklessly spraying scorching water onto the delicate flower bushes in front of it.
That earth-shattering sound of water came from here!
After a brief moment of shock, a surge of intense shame and anger welled up in her heart!
How dare some madman commit such a despicable act here!
"Bold maniac!"
She could no longer maintain her detached composure, and a sharp rebuke escaped her lips: "How dare you be so insolent in broad daylight!"
This clear shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, both clear and bright, filled with awe-inspiring righteousness.
However, she had no idea what the consequences would be.
Wang Meng was already seriously injured and was only holding on by sheer willpower. In addition, he was listening intently to the conversation in the greenhouse, so he was naturally in a state of high tension.
The sudden shout rang in his ears, startling him so much that he jumped!
His already exhausted body trembled violently, and the torrent that was nearing its end suddenly went out of control.
Like a startled venomous dragon, it suddenly shook its head!
A golden water arrow, still scorching hot, shot off in a precise parabola towards the direction from which the sound came!
"what!"
Before the woman could react, she felt a scalding, hot liquid being poured solidly over her body!
From cheeks and chest to lower abdomen and long legs, nothing was spared!
The elegant light blue dress was instantly stained dark, clinging wetly to her shapely body, clearly outlining the contours of her perfectly perky breasts, which, though not exaggerated, were firm and beautiful, as well as her flat and toned abdomen.
Water droplets slid slowly down the fabric that clung to her skin, gathered at the hem of her skirt, and dripped onto the ground.
A strange, masculine scent, strong and virile, forcefully entered her nostrils, instantly shattering all her defenses along with the warmth of the liquid.
She stood there blankly, her mind a complete blank, filled only with endless shame and humiliation.
"Um...would you believe me if I said I didn't do it on purpose?"
Embarrassed, Wang Meng hurriedly rewound the strip of cloth around his waist, managing a labored explanation.
As he spoke, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the woman in green's face, which turned from red to white, then from white to green, and finally settled into a chilling killing intent.
Her slender hand had slowly grasped the hilt of the ancient longsword at her waist.
"Damn it!" Wang Meng cursed inwardly and turned to run away.
But he was already seriously injured and in excruciating pain all over his body. At this moment, he could not even run, and he could only walk with a limp, his posture as comical as a lame duck.
The woman in green was clearly a highly skilled martial artist.
With a light touch of her toes on the ground, her entire figure floated behind Wang Meng like a wisp of weightless smoke!
The sheathed longsword, carrying a chilling aura and a whistling sound, was aimed directly at Wang Meng's back!
The sharp wind chilled Wang Meng to the bone. He didn't have time to think; his survival instinct made him lunge forward without a second thought, executing an extremely awkward "donkey roll."
"boom!"
He fell heavily to the ground, rolled over, and felt as if salt had been rubbed into all his wounds at once, causing him so much pain that he almost fainted on the spot.
But he dared not stop, enduring the excruciating pain, using both hands and feet, like a panicked wild dog being chased by a hunter, crawling and dodging on the ground in a sorry state.
"Help!"
"bass!"
The longsword was drawn again, accompanied by a clear dragon's roar.
Just at this critical moment, the door to the greenhouse was suddenly pushed open.
Hearing the commotion outside, the women finally couldn't hold back any longer and filed out one after another.
The first thing they saw was this absurd scene—a burly man, naked from the waist up and only wrapped in a strip of cloth around his lower body, was crawling on all fours in a pathetic state.
Behind him, a stunningly beautiful woman, soaking wet and with a curvaceous figure, like a water fairy, was chasing after him with a gleaming longsword and a murderous look on her face.
The scene was filled with an eerie tension, leaving everyone stunned in place.
Just as the tip of the woman in green's sword was about to pierce Wang Meng's back, a deep and majestic Buddhist chant rang out.
"Feixuan, stop!"
The one who spoke was the gray-robed nun.
Her brows furrowed as she looked at her most prized disciple in such a disheveled and discomfitured state, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
Her sharp shout, imbued with profound inner strength, clearly reached the ears of the woman in green.
The woman in green, known as "Feixuan," froze, and the long sword she was about to thrust out stopped just an inch from Wang Meng's back.
She slowly turned her head and looked at her master. Her beautiful face was filled with grievance, shame, and a hint of fear after being offended.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.
Chapter Twenty-Four: I think I need to control you!
"Master!"
The woman's voice trembled slightly and was filled with an overwhelming sense of grievance.
Her clear, watery eyes were now misty with tears. The way she looked at her master was like that of a kitten that had been bullied and was complaining to its owner.
However, the nun's face showed no pity, but rather a solemn expression.
"How dignified!"
She snapped at him, "Go change your clothes right now!"
This rebuke was like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing all the grievances, anger, and murderous intent in Fei Xuan's heart.
She then suddenly realized how disheveled she looked.
The blue dress that should have been pure and ethereal was now soaking wet and clung tightly to her body, clearly outlining her exquisite curves that she had never shown to outsiders.
What made her feel even more ashamed was the dark, sticky stain on her chest and the hem of her skirt, and the yellow liquid with a faint fishy smell that was slowly sliding down her smooth calves... It was a man's mark.
The thought of this overwhelmed her with a wave of intense shame.
Her face flushed crimson, as if it were about to bleed, and her hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
She didn't even dare to look at the various gazes cast upon her by the elders around her—some with pity, some with amusement, some with curiosity, and even a hint of barely concealed...mockery.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she finally bit her lip, sheathed her sword, glared resentfully at the culprit who was struggling to get up from the ground, and then turned and ran away in a disheveled state at the fastest speed she could muster.
As the woman left, the atmosphere at the scene became even more eerie.
All the women's gazes subconsciously shifted from the fleeing figure to the other protagonist of the conflict—Wang Meng.
He had just rolled on the ground, and the movement was so vigorous that the cloth sheet, which was already not wrapped very tightly, was now hanging loosely between his legs.
As he endured the excruciating pain and slowly straightened his body, the cloth covering his body swayed precariously, revealing glimpses of the terrifyingly large object hidden within it, half-concealed and half-revealed.