The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Wang Meng suddenly lowered his head!

Chapter 45: I've also practiced marksmanship, please enlighten me!

Just as the situation inside the house was becoming increasingly chaotic and insane due to the mutual revenge between the two women.

"Tsk..."

A soft, slightly impatient smacking sound suddenly came from Wang Meng's mouth.

He suddenly lowered his head!

Those deep eyes, which had always observed everything as if they were outsiders.

For the first time, a subtle, indescribable fluctuation, a mixture of surprise and excitement, was revealed.

Because, just a moment ago, a completely different, new, trembling, and shy caress, unlike the previous two sensations, quietly came from beneath him.

It is Ning Zhongze!

Beneath the tablecloth, in that small, dark space forgotten by everyone.

Ning Zhongze, who had been huddled in a corner and forced to watch this thrilling "drama" full of power struggles, finally teetered on the brink of collapse.

Ever since that night, after Li Mochou's harassment.

She felt like something was different about her.

At this moment, she was drawn to the suppressed, high-pitched moans and screams above her head, to the thick, erotic fragrance that filled the air, and to the erotic scene unfolding before her eyes on two pairs of exquisitely beautiful women, one naked and the other covered in silk netting, a scene beyond her wildest imagination. Her reason was completely shattered.

Shame, fear, curiosity, and an unprecedented, immoral excitement... all sorts of complex emotions fermented wildly within her like poison.

Under the table, Ning Zhongze could no longer endure the torment of shame and desire, especially after Wang Meng's impatient click of the tongue, she completely broke down.

Abandoning all restraint and dignity, driven by a crazy impulse, she decided to no longer be a humble spectator, but instead reached out with trembling hands to personally join this vortex of desire that was sweeping everything.

Once this thought arises, it spreads like wildfire and can never be extinguished.

Her body felt as if it no longer belonged to her.

Finally, a desperate, almost self-destructive thought overcame her last shred of restraint.

She trembled as she reached out the hand that belonged to the female knight of Mount Hua.

That hand, no longer meant to wield a sword, now seemed like that of a desperate believer, reaching for the untouchable, yet incredibly hot, source of heat that was so close yet so far.

When her fingertips touched that hot and hard object through the rough fabric, a surge of heat that seemed to burn her very soul instantly coursed through her entire body.

After a brief moment of fear, the thought of retreating did not arise. Instead, a strange, captivating courage took hold.

She took a deep breath, as if she had used up all the restraint she had accumulated in her life and all that she had left for the future.

The trembling hand slowly opened.

Then, with both firmness and gentleness, he grasped the source of absolute power and primal desire completely into his own palm.

With a resolute swallowing of her saliva and a humble posture, she finally buried all the regrets of that night in the courtyard, along with her ridiculous dignity.

"Tsk!"

Another click of the tongue!

That impatient "tsk" was like a drop of cold water falling into a boiling oil pan, instantly triggering a new and even more unpredictable chain reaction in this room filled with extreme eroticism and tense confrontation.

Beneath the tablecloth, in that small world shrouded in darkness and desire, Ning Zhongze's body trembled violently as if electrocuted by Wang Meng's ambiguous smacking of the lips.

Was he displeased?

Is it because you despise your own bold yet despicable actions?

The thought that the wife of the high-ranking and respected leader of the Huashan Sect was hiding under the table, like the lowest prostitute, to satisfy her desire for a man... was like the sharpest ice pick, piercing Ning Zhongze's heart.

Extreme shame and self-loathing surged into my heart in an instant.

Her trembling hand, still clutching Wang Meng's astonishingly large member, instinctively wanted to let go, to escape this source of sin that both ensnared and terrified her.

However, just as she was about to back down, another, stronger, more primal, and resentful thought, like wildly growing vines, tightly entangled her reason. No!

We can't just let this go!

I can't go back!

Since there's no turning back, then... let's fall even further!

A sense of utter despair and near-destructive madness instantly seized Ning Zhongze's mind.

A glint of water, both resolute and alluring, flashed in her eyes—a glint that even she herself found unfamiliar.

Instead of letting go, she used all her courage to hold that hand even tighter!

Then, she took action.

Her other hand, also trembling, reached out.

Two delicate, boneless hands, with a hint of awkwardness yet reverence, began to grope along the waistband of his coarse cloth trousers.

It was a simple slipknot made of a strip of cloth.

Unraveling it should have been a matter of a snap of the fingers.

But at this moment, her fingers trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and she couldn't find the knot accurately no matter how many times she tried.

Beneath the fabric, the enormous thing she was tightly gripping seemed to sense her urgent determination to release it. It grew harder and hotter in her palm, even pulsating slightly with a life force, striking her palm powerfully, one beat after another.

Each pulse felt like a hammer blow to Ning Zhongze's heart, making her breath increasingly rapid and hot.

Finally, her fingertips hooked onto the slipknot.

She took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, and pulled hard!

A soft ripping sound, like fabric rubbing together, rang out.

Wang Meng's already loose pants instantly collapsed.

The restraints have been broken.

Like a prehistoric beast breaking free from its cage, it sprang out with a primal and violent aura, completely and without reservation!

In the dim light under the table, it presented a breathtaking and aggressive appearance.

Ning Zhongze was completely stunned.

She tilted her head back, her face, which still held a touch of heroism and dignity, filled with shock and fascination.

And in that moment of distraction...

The enormous thing, excited by its sudden release, seemed to come alive before her eyes, slowly and powerfully taut and arching upwards. Then…

"Snapped!"

A crisp, insulting sound of flesh hitting flesh suddenly rang out in the cramped space under the table!

It struck Ning Zhongze's well-maintained, smooth cheek without any warning!

"Ugh...!"

Ning Zhongze shuddered violently, and a mournful cry, a mixture of pain, shock, disbelief, and extreme shame, escaped from her mouth, which was being tightly covered.

The force of that whipping wasn't too great, but the feeling was more intense and shocking than any form of torture.

The warm, hard touch, with a slightly slippery liquid and a strong musky scent, was clearly imprinted on her face.

It was a mark that had never been seen before, a mark full of male aggression and the most primitive form of marking.

Her cheeks instantly stung as if branded with a hot iron, and at a visible speed, a touching, masochistic blush spread across them.

What remains is only the most primal, instinctive, female-centric trembling and submission.

The crisp "snap" sound was greatly amplified under the table.

But for those two women whose five senses had already been amplified to the extreme by desire, it was a different story.

Yet it still reached their ears clearly, like a thunderclap.

Li Lingyue's foot, which was still ravaging Tian Yan's body, suddenly stopped.

Tian Yan's body, which had been twisting violently due to the extreme, froze instantly.

Their gazes, like two sharp swords, simultaneously and instantly shot towards the calm, wide table.

The sound came from under the table. The same thought flashed through the minds of both women instantly.

There's someone under the table!

how can that be!

A chilling terror, countless times stronger than when they had just been caught red-handed, instantly seized their attention.

Could it be that... everyone saw their shameful and disgraceful behavior just now?

who is it?

Wang Meng, however, remained completely unfazed by the two piercing gazes filled with astonishment and murderous intent that seemed to penetrate him.

He seemed completely oblivious to the strange noise and their sudden change in attitude.

He simply and slowly reached out and picked up a piece of perfectly separated, still steaming, tender and juicy phoenix meat from the plate of pigeons that Tian Yan had skillfully butchered, and then, with utmost naturalness, put it into his mouth.

He chewed slowly, even closing his eyes slightly, as if savoring the finest taste of the world, and mumbled indistinctly, "Hmm...not bad, the meat is delicious and melts in your mouth...Paoding's skills are indeed well-deserved."

His calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened and he remained unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, made Li Lingyue and Tian Yan begin to doubt themselves.

Could it be... that I misheard?

Is it the overwhelming desire that causes one's senses to hallucinate?

After all, the space under the table is cramped. If someone were really hiding there, how could they possibly hide it from the two of them?

But... that crisp "snap" sound was so real, so clear... In an instant, the tense, desire-filled atmosphere in the room became increasingly eerie and increasingly quiet.

It was so quiet that you could almost hear Ning Zhongze's heavy, suppressed breathing beneath the tablecloth, a sound born of fear and excitement.

That eerie silence didn't last long.

Because Li Lingyue and Tian Yan are not ordinary women.

They are the most outstanding strategists and schemers in their respective factions.