The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She instinctively tried to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Meng's heavy breathing and even stronger arm movements.

At this moment, Wang Meng could no longer care about the excruciating pain in his chest or the blood at the corner of his mouth.

He knew that Murong Fu, such a treacherous villain, would not let the matter rest now that he knew so many of his family's secrets.

If we don't leave now, when will we?

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he used the momentum of his fall to roll and dissipate the force. Then, he forcefully gathered the little true energy left in his dantian. Without caring about the direction, he held the warm and soft Li Qingluo in his arms and ran wildly out of the manor like a wounded tiger.

Li Qingluo was held tightly in his arms, wrapped in the brocade quilt that still carried the scent of their lovemaking, with only her face, half of which was stained red with blood, showing.

She could clearly feel Wang Meng's strong and powerful heartbeat, and the slight trembling in his chest caused by the intense pain.

The heavy smell of blood mixed with his strong masculine scent and the lingering scent of bodily fluids on the bedding created a strange and intense stimulation that left her in a state of utter confusion. For a moment, she forgot to struggle or cry for help, and simply let this strange thief carry her away in a desperate escape.

Murong Fu, who rushed upstairs, watched helplessly as Wang Meng carried Li Qingluo out of the window, running more than ten feet away in the blink of an eye. His eyes widened in fury!

"You bitch, where do you think you're going!"

He roared and, disregarding his appearance, leaped out of the broken window to chase after her.

"cousin!"

Wang Yuyan tried to stop him, but Murong Fu simply waved his hand, pushed her aside, and leaped down the stairs!

Chapter 18: Murong Fu's Schemes Are Exhausted!

"Where to run!"

Murong Fu had only one thought screaming in his mind: "Today, no matter what, I must take down Li Qingluo!"

Seize the Langhuan Jade Cave!

He knew perfectly well that things had come to a head, and there was no room for maneuver.

That vile woman, Li Qingluo, not only publicly exposed the most shameful and secretive dirty deeds of the Murong family over generations, completely tearing off their facade, but also completely thwarted the Murong family's plan to seize Mantuo Manor and the Wang family's wealth.

More importantly, the Langhuan Jade Cave!

Hidden within that was his Murong family's hope for the revival of the Great Yan!

It was the capital he had always dreamed of, the capital that would allow him to truly stand out from the crowd and be on par with "Qiao Feng of the North"!

"This bitch already knows too many secrets of my Murong family. Now that we've torn off all pretense, it's a fight to the death!"

Murong Fu gave chase, his figure darting swiftly between pavilions and towers, his mind churning with malice: "There is no way she can escape unscathed!"

If she escapes today, the consequences will be dire!

"Our Murong family's grand ambition to revive the Great Yan Dynasty must not be delayed because of this!"

He recalled what Li Qingluo had just said, about how the Murong family ancestors had resorted to any means to restore their kingdom. Instead of making him feel ashamed, it stirred up the ruthlessness in his bones that was willing to do anything to achieve his goals.

"For the sake of my great cause, what hardship can I, Murong Fu, not endure, what means can I not use?"

A glint of madness flashed in his eyes: "So what if it's my aunt?"

For the sake of my Great Yan Kingdom, even my own parents are willing to be sacrificed!

Li Qingluo, you shameless woman, you can't escape even if you grow wings!

"I'll make you suffer every kind of torture imaginable, and make you obediently spit out the secrets of the Langhuan Jade Cave, along with this Mantuo Manor!"

He accelerated, chasing after the direction where Wang Meng and Li Qingluo had disappeared. His eyes, which usually held a hint of melancholy and calculation, were now filled with nothing but naked greed and murderous intent.

He knew that today's battle would determine his fate for the next few decades, and would also be the cornerstone of the success or failure of his Murong family's great cause of restoring the kingdom!

No room for error!

Wang Meng, carrying Li Qingluo, ran desperately through the intricate corridors and flower paths of Mantuo Villa.

He could clearly hear Murong Fu's furious roar, filled with murderous intent, getting closer and closer behind him, along with the rapid sound of wind being cut through the air. Clearly, the other party's skill in lightness technique far surpassed his own.

Even though Wang Meng had the advantage of escaping first, if he looked back slightly, he could still see Murong Fu's blue figure moving like a ghost in the sunlight, closing a great distance in a few leaps.

Wang Meng's heart sank, knowing that he would be caught up sooner or later by relying solely on his speed.

The wound in his chest throbbed with pain from the intense running, and every breath he took carried a heavy, bloody smell, as if it were tearing his lungs apart.

Although Li Qingluo was wrapped in a brocade quilt, her soft and warm body pressed tightly against his bare chest, rising and falling violently with the rhythm of his running, bringing waves of strange numbness.

What made him even more distracted and miserable was that he was completely naked at the moment, and his penis, which had been somewhat weak after the intense battles, was now uncontrollably swaying and slapping back and forth between his legs due to the violent shaking.

The large, erect object would occasionally brush against or rub against Li Qingluo's plump, soft buttocks, or the most delicate skin on the inside of her thighs, through the thin brocade quilt.

From a distance, the swaying trajectory of his penis as he ran at full speed might indeed resemble a disobedient, randomly whipped "little stick".

Li Qingluo was thrown into a state of turmoil by the continuous and unavoidable touches. Each time the hard object pushed and rubbed against her through the fabric, it felt like an electric current running through her limbs and bones, making her feel both an indescribable numbness and humiliation, as well as a strange heat that had not yet subsided from the extreme pleasure she had just experienced.

Her cheeks were burning hot, and even her snow-white neck and the base of her ears were tinged with a captivating blush.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, her long eyelashes trembling with shame and anger, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip so hard it almost bled.

He cursed inwardly, "This...this shameless scoundrel! Utterly shameless!"

They're all...they're already facing death...and yet...they're still so shameless, committing such a despicable act!

That being said, Wang Meng's "little wooden stick," which kept slapping and rubbing against her body during the bumpy ride, brought wave after wave of irresistible and eerie stimulation.

Each thrust through the brocade quilt felt like reigniting a tiny flame deep within her body, which had been thoroughly explored by desire.

The intense and exhilarating intercourse she had just experienced had already made her mature and voluptuous body more sensitive and craving than ever before.

A slippery, warm current had quietly seeped out from deep within her legs, soaking the already muddy area beneath her and making it even more unbearable.

She buried her face deep in the brocade quilt, which still retained a faint, fishy smell from their lovemaking.

The smell made her feel incredibly ashamed, yet it was also like poison, stirring up the restless undercurrent within her.

Under the cover of the brocade quilt, the delicate, well-maintained hand that had been tightly gripping the corner of the quilt seemed to have its own will, quietly loosening its grip, and then... slowly, with a barely perceptible tremor, slid down.

Her fingertips, through the silky satin lining, gently touched her flat stomach, where the lingering soreness from the impact of Wang Meng's massive member seemed to still remain.

The hand continued its secretive and bold exploration, gliding over the waist, around the plump buttocks, and finally... stopping at that most secret place, soaked in moisture.

Beneath the brocade quilt, no one could see.

Her fingers lightly and tentatively circled the thin, damp lining through the fabric.

Each silent stroke caused her body to contract and spasm uncontrollably, as if responding to or yearning for something.

It was a kind of immoral, extreme thrill, a solace sought in the escape.

He cursed Wang Meng's shamelessness in his heart, but his body was not entirely honest as he indulged in this secret, self-soothing act.

Deep within those tightly closed, misty phoenix eyes, a chaotic spring scene had already unfolded.

Wang Meng sprinted forward!

His only advantage is that he has become very familiar with the layout of Mantuo Manor after spending this period of time!

Where there are artificial hills to hide in, and flower bushes to provide cover.

He has a clear map in his mind.

"Murong Fu!"

"You think you can defeat me with your light-footed skills?"

Wang Meng sneered inwardly, then took a wrong step, no longer walking on the wide, flat stone path, but instead plunging into a dense grove of purple bamboo nearby.

This forest of purple bamboo grows extremely densely, with almost no gaps between the bamboo stalks. The light in the forest is dim, and the terrain is quite complex.

Ordinary people can easily lose their way if they come in.

Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, Wang Meng moved nimbly through the bamboo forest like a fish.

He would sometimes crouch low, sometimes turn sideways, and sometimes use the springiness of the bamboo pole to change direction. Although his speed slowed down, he effectively utilized the environment for cover. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and are not translated.)

Li Qingluo was held tightly in his arms, feeling dizzy and disoriented. All she could hear was the rustling of bamboo leaves and Wang Meng's heavy breathing.

Murong Fu chased after them to the edge of the bamboo forest. Looking at the dark, bottomless bamboo forest, he couldn't help but frown.

Although he possessed superb lightness skills, his advantage was greatly diminished in such an environment with obstructed vision and complex terrain.

But what kind of person is he? Would he back down because of this?

"Humph!

"You clown, how dare you show off in front of me!"

A cold glint flashed in Murong Fu's eyes. He lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his figure moved like a nimble ape. Instead of taking the usual path, he directly climbed up the thickest purple bamboo next to him!

He tapped his toes on the bamboo pole several times, using the momentum to leap up, and actually managed to climb to the top of the bamboo, which was several meters high!

Standing atop the bamboo, Murong Fu had a commanding view, and his field of vision suddenly opened up.

Wang Meng's somewhat clumsy figure could be seen struggling through the gaps in the bamboo forest below, his direction already clearly visible.

"Where to escape!"

Murong Fu sneered, spread his arms, and like a roc spreading its wings, he gracefully leaped from one bamboo tip to another. With a light touch of his toes, the bamboo pole bent and then suddenly straightened, sending him several feet away!

This kind of light-footed skill, like "walking on snow without leaving a trace," is truly elegant, free-flowing, and incredibly swift.

Wang Meng felt a sudden gust of wind above his head and thought to himself that something was wrong. He looked up and saw that Murong Fu had caught up with him like a persistent carbuncle. Murong Fu was leaping down from a curved bamboo branch, his palms together, bringing a sharp gust of wind, and aiming straight for Wang Meng's back.

"Watch out!" Li Qingluo exclaimed in surprise, instinctively trying to twist her body.

Wang Meng had nowhere to run at this point!

He gritted his teeth and pushed Li Qingluo forward, while forcefully twisting his body and crossing his arms to take the brunt of Murong Fu's thunderous blow!

"Oh!"

A dull, loud bang, like a heavy hammer striking a drum!

Wang Meng felt an overwhelming force coming from his arms, and his old chest wound burst open instantly. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and with a "whoosh," he spat out another mouthful of blood, splattering it all over Li Qingluo's head and face!

He pushed Li Qingluo with his back to her, and the two of them fell straight down from mid-air like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily onto the hard ground with a "thud"!

"Ugh..."

Wang Meng felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, stars were flashing before his eyes, and his bones were throbbing with excruciating pain, as if they had been broken apart.

Li Qingluo was also thrown around in a daze. She cried out in pain, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.