The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The feeling was indescribable—a sudden sense of relief, intertwined with a sudden surge of pain, making it even harder to bear than simple pain.

"tell me!"

Wang Meng's fingers landed on the gold object again, and he began to rotate it gently in a malicious rhythm: "What is your real purpose in coming to Jiangnan?"

Zhao Min's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a strange shame she had never experienced before spread from her back to her whole body.

"No...this isn't...ah..."

Her refusal turned into broken moans.

Wang Meng's actions became even more ruthless. He began to rotate the golden object while gently pulling it out a little and pushing it back, the rhythm extremely slow, each movement precisely stimulating her most sensitive nerve endings.

"Tell me, my dear princess!"

His voice was deep and seductive, “Say it, and I’ll stop.”

"No...no...ah..."

Zhao Min's resistance had turned into an almost sobbing groan.

Wang Meng suddenly exerted force with his fingers, pulling the golden object out most of the way, and then, just as she was getting used to the emptiness, he pushed it all the way back in.

"Ahhhhh!" Mei, where am I? Mei, where is Lin Zai Zai?

Zhao Min's back arched suddenly, and her whole body convulsed.

A surge of heat gushed out from in front of her, soaking the blanket beneath her.

Her ears were ringing and her vision was blurring at the edges, but Wang Meng did not stop.

"Jiang... Jiangning Prefecture..."

Zhao Min finally broke down, her voice trembling with sobs, "Strange phenomena have appeared in Jiangning Prefecture..."

Wang Meng's movements slowed down slightly, but did not stop completely.

The golden object continued to slowly rotate inside her body, a reminder that the torture could continue at any moment. "What strange phenomenon?"

Wang Meng's voice carried a hint of genuine curiosity.

“A cave…a blessed land…”

Zhao Min's voice became exceptionally clear, as if this secret had been suppressed in her heart for far too long: "A blessed land that once existed in both the Tang and Qin dynasties has reappeared in Jiangnan..."

Fang Yanqing suddenly raised her head, a look of shock flashing in her eyes.

"Oh?"

Wang Meng's finger hovered over the golden object, but he didn't completely release it: "Go on."

Zhao Min's body was already limp, but her survival instinct and desire to alleviate the pain made her continue: "According to ancient records... this grotto-heaven briefly appeared within the territories of Qin and Tang... each appearance was accompanied by a large number of rare treasures and... dense martial arts techniques... and even elixirs of immortality..."

"Humph!"

Wang Meng sneered, then suddenly exerted force with his fingers, turning the golden object again: "Immortality?"

How dare you say that!

Don't tell me myths, tell me the truth!

“Ahhh!

Really!

real! "

Zhao Min screamed, tears streaming down her face, "I swear!"

This is real!

My father sent me not for food... but to find the entrance to this grotto... and... to bring back the treasures and secret techniques inside..."

Wang Meng pondered for a moment, but his hands did not stop moving.

He began to grip the base of the golden object with two fingers, rotating it slowly and gently while pulling it slightly.

"What evidence?"

His voice was calm yet dangerous.

“A secret… a secret letter… Ah… I… have a secret… a secret letter… and an… ancient map…”

Zhao Min's voice had completely changed, and her body was trembling violently again due to the continuous stimulation.

Wang Meng's fingers did not stop; every tiny movement precisely rubbed the most sensitive nerves on her intestinal wall, causing her body to spasm uncontrollably.

Where exactly is it?

Wang Meng's voice remained calm, as if he were simply conducting a routine inquiry.

"In the hands of the Eighteen Cloud Riders... I'll send them to Jiangning first!"

Zhao Min could barely speak a complete sentence; every few words she uttered were interrupted by a strong stimulus.

Fang Yanqing sat opposite, completely stunned.

The beautiful Taoist nun watched helplessly as the once noble Mongolian princess was reduced to a groaning, fleshy body under Wang Meng's hands.

But what terrified her even more was that she discovered her body was reacting.

The reaction was so intense, so uncontrollable.

The beautiful Taoist nun's private parts began to contract involuntarily, and streams of heat gushed out from her private parts, soaking her underpants.

The buds hardened under the Taoist robe, forming two obvious protrusions.

Her breathing became rapid, and her cheeks flushed an unnatural red.

The beautiful Taoist nun tried to look away, but found she simply couldn't.

Her gaze was fixed on Zhao Min's snow-white breasts, on the glittering gold object, and on Wang Meng's hand that was committing violence.

Every time Wang Meng's fingers turned the golden object and Zhao Min let out a shrill groan, Fang Yanqing felt a violent spasm.

"No... we can't do this..."

Fang Yanqing tried desperately to tell herself this, but her body betrayed her honesty.

She involuntarily crossed her legs, using the muscles on the inside of her thighs to rub against her already exposed valley.

Wang Meng seemed to notice Fang Yanqing's unusual behavior.

He raised his head and looked at the Emei sect leader.

Fang Yanqing's face was filled with shame and fear, but it was so evident in her eyes.

"Master Tai!"

A wicked smile crept across Wang Meng's lips. "Looks like you're enjoying this performance too."

"I...I didn't..."

Fang Yanqing wanted to deny it, but her voice trembled so badly that it was completely unconvincing.

Wang Meng ignored her explanations and turned his attention back to Zhao Min. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the golden object stirred up a storm within her.

Zhao Min's body trembled violently like a kite with a broken string, and unconscious moans escaped from her lips, as if her soul had been shattered.

This scene was etched into Fang Yanqing's eyes like a brand. She felt it deeply, her breathing quickened, and her legs unconsciously came together, as if to resist that invisible invasion.

However, the unfamiliar heat deep within her body intensified, and an uncontrollable shiver rose from her tailbone, making her feel ashamed and indignant, yet powerless to resist.

Wang Meng's gaze swept over the two beauties' contrasting pain and depravity, and the cruel pleasure on his lips deepened.

"Master Tai!"

His voice was deep and seductive, "Don't you want to try this feeling too?"

Fang Yanqing shook her head violently, but her body became even more excited because of those words.

She could feel a warm current surging from the depths of her valley, slowly flowing down her inner thighs.

She was so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a hole, but she couldn't control her reaction.

Wang Meng suddenly burst into laughter.

"It was just a joke, nun, please don't take it to heart."

"..."

"..."

Inside the cabin, there was a deathly silence.

The moment Zhao Min and Fang Yanqing heard those words, their minds went blank.

A joke?

A joke?

This word was like an invisible, red-hot branding iron, fiercely seared into Zhao Min's soul.

The excruciating pain she endured.

What she felt was that perverseness that made her hate herself to the point of wanting to die.

She was forcibly stripped of the last shred of dignity she had as a woman.

The top secrets she was forced to reveal, which concerned the entire Prince of Ruyang... all of this became absurd, laughable, and worthless in the face of this casual remark, "just a joke."

Her suffering was meaningless.

Her surrender was worthless.

Her pleas were merely a symphony of accompaniment.

Everything about her was just a farce staged by this man for his own amusement.

"Giggle..."

A strange sound came from Zhao Min's throat. It was neither crying nor laughing, but a chilling gurgling sound somewhere in between, as if her vocal cords were damaged.

"But since it's a joke, the props should be taken back."

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled his fingers outward with force!

"Pfft!"