Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 405: Stacking (520 Special?)
In the middle of the night, the cold wind brought flying snow and landed on this border town in the Yanyun Snow Plain.

The town is remote, but there are many people here, most of whom are people from the martial arts world who have come here to settle down. It is much more lively than in the past, and it can also dispel some of the winter chill.

The whereabouts of the Recluse Sheath are still unknown, so the only widely-known rumor in Yanyun Jianghu is that Wei Minghou went north. At this moment, Jianghu people are chatting in the lobby of the inn.

"People only think that Wei Ming Hou is the fastest swordsman in the martial arts world, but they never expected that he is also the fastest swordsman in the martial arts world!"

"The sword of Marquis Weiming is the sword of Weiming. It is faster than the first ray of light at dawn!"

"That's an exaggeration... Is it faster than Jian Kui's sword?"

"Even if Wei Ming Hou's sword is faster than the sword master's, the title of sword master should belong to him... If it's just a sword fight, I don't think he will be as good as him."

"I think Jian Kui is no match for him. Since Wei Ming Hou debuted, has he ever suffered a setback or been at a disadvantage?"

"I heard that Marquis Weiming also said something about the Ice Tears, and wanted to take the head of Emperor Wuxiang. I wonder if that old monster from Goguryeo has the courage to test the sword of Marquis Weiming..."

Zhao Wumian held the Qingxu Sword in his arms, leaning against the cabinet in a casual posture, listening to these people from the martial arts world bragging about themselves out of boredom, especially when he heard the line "Weiming Hou's sword is Weiming's sword", which he found quite cool.

Before he lost his memory, he was best at swordsmanship due to the influence of wine, but obviously not as fast as he is now. His fighting style at that time was mainly based on the word "cunning".

This fast sword is the result of his martial arts after he lost his memory. He integrated his martial arts skills and took the essence and discarded the dross. There are no specific sword moves, and he emphasizes the meaning rather than the form, all for the word "fast"... But he is not only good at using the fast sword.

It also makes my foundation more profound. No matter what type of warrior I meet, I will be able to fight without any weaknesses.

Now I am probably able to be called a hexagonal warrior. If I want to improve further, worldly martial arts are no longer useful.

Apart from Zi Yi's Dragon Transformation Gu, the only remaining immortal technique similar to the Art of Transformation was developed from Jiu Zhong.

I have reached a bottleneck, and it is time to work hard to touch the threshold of becoming an immortal.

While Zhao Wumian was considering, Mu Lier stood outside the inn with a sword in hand and waved at him gently.

He was a little confused. Master, what is this...

He walked out of the inn and followed Mu Lier, but unfortunately Mu Lier was dressed very warmly, including in a fox fur coat, so Zhao Wumian couldn't even see the slightest bit of her curves.

They came to a rather secluded alley, and it seemed that the two who had not seen each other for a long time wanted to be affectionate with each other.

But to Zhao Wumian's disappointment, several disciples of the Sword Sect wrapped in white cloaks stood in the alley and saluted Zhao Wumian respectfully.

"Young Sword Master."

Zhao Wumian glanced at Mu Lier, then raised his hand slightly to indicate that there was no need to be polite, "What are you doing?"

"Young Sword Master slashed the Xihua Sword with his own hands to avenge his fellow disciples. We have long wanted to pay a visit to him."

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly, "I don't have a house in Yanyun, and I won't stay in one place for a long time. If you want to visit me, there is no door for you to enter."

The Sword Sect disciples blinked their eyes. They didn't expect that the famous Wei Ming Hou was such a humorous person.

Mu Lier chuckled, leaned against the wall with her sword in her arms, and said with a smile: "Your young sword master just likes to tell jokes."

Zhao Wumian stroked the icy tears in his arms and said:
“But Xihuajian is only Wuxiang Emperor’s disciple, and he is just following orders… If Wuxiang Emperor is really tempted by these frozen tears to kill me, I will kill him, and this hatred will be completely settled.”

Some disciples could not help but worry: "Yanyun and Goguryeo are close. We know a lot about Wuxiang Emperor. When he was rampant in the martial arts world, the young sword master was not yet born, so he might not know how powerful he is."

"Young Sword Master only knows that Wuxiang Huang Yan Yun is a living person, but he probably doesn't know that he was once the sect master's uncle, and the previous sect master died in his hands."

Zhao Wumian raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mu Lier.

Mu Lier nodded slightly and continued to explain:

"Family disgrace should not be made public. This is also the Sword Sect's secret. Few people in the martial arts world know about it. When Grandpa Chaoyan had not yet conquered the country, Yanyun was still under the leadership of the Rong people. The previous Grandmaster wanted to stay in Yanyun and secretly cooperated with the Zhubei Alliance in the south, just waiting for an opportunity to start an uprising..."

"But Emperor Wuxiang met the Gao family, the royal family of Goguryeo that year... The Gao family was originally a powerful family in Yanyun. They couldn't stand the rule of the Rong people, so they secretly went to Goguryeo. As a result, after many twists and turns, they overthrew the royal family and replaced them. They became the king of Goguryeo and a local tyrant."

Mu Lier took a breath, and continued after a moment:
"It was at that time that the previous sect master and the Wuxiang Emperor had a disagreement."

"The previous leader was a man of the martial arts world. He was unwilling to interfere in state affairs. He only wanted to help the Central Plains overthrow the Rong people and continue to be the leader of the martial arts world in Yanyun."

"But Emperor Wuxiang had ambitions because of Goguryeo. He wanted to use Goguryeo as a base to go south and annex the Central Plains in exchange for eternal hegemony."

"With disagreements, there are conflicts. We don't know why Emperor Wuxiang fought with the previous sect master. We only know that Emperor Wuxiang suddenly killed the previous sect master and then took many of the Sword Sect's martial arts secrets and weapon forging blueprints to Goguryeo. He never came back since then."

Although the Sword Sect is called the Sword Sect, in fact they dabble in all kinds of weapons in the martial arts world. The reason it is called the Sword Sect is only because the first generation sect leader used a sword.

Since his martial arts involve so many weapons, he naturally also becomes proficient in the art of forging weapons.

Not to mention the martial arts world, even the swords, spears, and halberds used by the soldiers under King Yan were all bought from the Sword Sect.

The imperial court and the Sword Sect have been partners for decades. This is one of the reasons why the Sword Sect, although it does not belong to the Buddhist or Taoist sects and has no followers, can still establish itself as one of the three top sects.

Therefore, the blueprint for casting weapons was taken away by the Wuxiang Emperor, which really shook the foundation of the Sword Sect.

Zhao Wumian frowned, "Isn't this just exchanging the Sword Sect's heritage for the prosperity of Goguryeo?"

"That's right. According to my guess, the reason why Wuxiang Emperor attacked and killed people that year was definitely because he wanted to steal the Out-of-this-world Sword. It's just that the former sect master had been on guard against him and tricked him with a fake Out-of-this-world Sword."

The Sword Sect disciple's tone was filled with resentment, but also with a hint of fear.

"With this blood feud, the Sect Master has tried to cause trouble for the Wuxiang Emperor many times, but all ended in failure. According to the Sect Master... he is no match for the Wuxiang Emperor."

After the words fell, the disciple took a few breaths of cold air, and then continued:
"Therefore, we think it would be best for Young Sword Master to send this Frozen Tears back to the imperial court as soon as possible."

Zhao Wumian glanced at Mu Lier.

He suspected that these words were deliberately said by these disciples under the instructions of Mu Lier.

For no other reason than that I feel it is too dangerous to keep this thing on hand.

Once Zhao Wumian's whereabouts were exposed in front of Emperor Wuxiang, he would naturally be easy to be ambushed.

Mu Lier felt that as Wuxiang Emperor, who had a blood feud with the Sword Sect, could be spared from killing for the time being, there would always be a chance.

But Zhao Wumian cannot bear this risk.

Mu Lier looked at him and didn't seem to notice the inquiry in his eyes. She just nodded slightly.

"Master, I think what they said makes sense. Didn't you say that the Imperial Master needed the Ice Tear to refine the Dragon Transformation Gu? Send this hot potato back to the court as soon as possible. The sooner you refine the Dragon Transformation Gu, the sooner you will benefit."

Zhao Wumian stroked the hilt of the Qingxu Sword and said:
"In the martial arts world, some people now say that I am the fastest swordsman... The title of the fastest swordsman is too big, and many people don't believe it."

Mu Lier was slightly stunned, but she said first: "Master believes it."

Some disciples of the Sword Sect inexplicably felt that the most recognized swordsman in the martial arts world is the Sword Master, the Sect Master, and your senior brother... Your tone is a bit too confident, and you are not giving the Sect Master enough face.

Zhao Wumian smiled silently and continued:
"Not only the fastest swordsman, back in Jin, when I said I wanted to steal horses, in Shu, I wanted to steal the sword champion, in the capital, I wanted to kill Tong Congdao, and in Lushan, I wanted to defeat the spear champion, many people didn't believe me."

"Then what?" Mu Lier asked softly.

Zhao Wumian said: "Now they all believe it."

Mu Lier was silent for a moment, and then listened to Zhao Wumian say:
"If he wants to send a large army to set an ambush, it is impossible in Yanyun... If he wants to kill me, he can only send martial arts masters, but how many martial arts masters does Goguryeo have? There is only the Wuxiang Emperor."

"He has to come in person."

"Since Master believes that I am the fastest swordsman, he should believe that I can kill the Wuxiang Emperor."

Mu Lier couldn't help but ask, "What if he joins forces with Shamantian and Wudamu?"

Seeing her undisguised worry, Zhao Wumian couldn't help but lower his voice.

"People in the martial arts world always say that Wei Ming Hou is a playboy, and he has no shortage of confidantes wherever he goes. But they don't know that the woman next to me is not just a vase."

"Isn't there still a master here? Could it be that my master has no confidence in himself at all?"

Mu Lier was stunned for a few minutes. She was too worried and completely forgot that she also had three top martial artists on her side, so she would not be at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

She shouldn't have been so worried.

But there is no way around it. A woman who is in love always tends to get stuck in a rut on certain things, especially when it comes to her man.

The disciples of the Sword Sect received Zhao Wumian's letter and left quickly. Since there was a ready-made message tube, Zhao Wumian simply asked them to pass on his message to Chu Ruzhou.

Either one of the Sword Sect's martial arts leaders should be assigned, or Chu Ruzhou should personally serve as the King of Yan's bodyguard for a period of time.

The Sword Sect is a large and powerful organization, and there must be more than just the two martial arts champions, Chu Ruzhou and Mu Lier, there is definitely an old monster as well.

As for asking the Detective Department to send a message to the court... there is no one from the Detective Department in this town, so we can only move it back.

Zhao Wumian planned to keep the Ningbing Tears and let Ziyi take care of Xiao Yuanmu's health before he came to Yanyun to find him. He would mix the medicine on the spot and have him take the Dragon Transformation Gu in front of Ziyi. This would be safer.

He doesn't want to become a monster like Zhu Jiutian.

After the Sword Sect disciples said goodbye and left, Mu Lier sighed softly, looked at Zhao Wumian, and said softly:

"Don't blame me for taking the initiative to find someone to persuade you. It's just that you want to lure the snake out of its hole by yourself, which really makes me worried..."

"You say you don't blame me, then I won't blame you?" But unexpectedly, Zhao Wumian frowned and said.

Mu Lier's expression paused, and she looked a little stunned, but immediately afterwards, a faint sense of grievance and sadness flowed in her heart.

She couldn't pretend to have the dignity and bearing of a teacher at all. She bit her lower lip lightly. Even though she was a martial arts master, there were tears in her eyes.

Zhao Wumian has never said this to her. Could it be that he is really angry?

Mu Lier's voice could not hide the grievance, and she sounded pitiful, "What the teacher did was wrong, but why did you have to be so mean to me..."

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Master. I just wanted some compensation..."

As he spoke, Zhao Wumian had already walked closer, and his hands slowly slid down Mu Lier's waist, resting on her full and round curves.

With a light press, it seemed as if the whole person was sinking into all the snow in Yanyun.

His hands roamed in the snow of Yanyun.

Mu Lier pursed her red lips, and immediately knew that Zhao Wumian was teasing her. She let out a whimper that sounded both angry and annoyed, and raised her hand to hit Zhao Wumian on the shoulder.

"You can bully me. I am the only master in the world who is bullied by his apprentice all day long."

Zhao Wumian buried his face in the hair on Mu Lier's neck, his nose filled with the sweet scent of his master that he hadn't smelled for months. His lips were pressed against Mu Lier's fair and tender skin, and he didn't want to speak at all.

He was a little bit arrogant and pushed Mu Lier back a few steps, pressing her against the wall of a remote alley.

The force was quite strong, and some of the snow on the roof above the alley was shaken off and sprinkled on the two people.

The cold snow could not extinguish the passion in their hearts.

But Mu Lier is a girl after all.

It would be fine if it happened in the wilderness, but this was in a town, even though it was late at night and in a remote alley, there might not be anyone passing by for several hours. With their perception, it was impossible for outsiders to know that there was a couple making out in the alley.

But she was still ashamed to be outside, and her breathing was a little rapid. "I, can we go back?"

"Not good." Zhao Wumian held Mu Lier's flawless little hand.

Every inch of Mu Lier's body fascinated him.

He held Mu Lier's hand and let her move down.

Mu Lier could no longer tell whether it was her own heart that was burning or something else that was burning.

She was panting even harder.

"Isn't it enough?"

"Men are always greedy."

Zhao Wumian hugged Mu Lier tightly, leaving no gaps. He let go of Mu Lier's little hand, letting her enjoy herself, and then pulled Mu Lier's belt again.

Mu Lier had no way to refuse Zhao Wumian, so she could only hold up her fox fur coat as much as possible to cover Zhao Wumian completely. The fox fur coat was like a white blanket, wrapping the two of them together.

No matter who comes, they can't see the scenery clearly.

Zhao Wumian took half a step back, lowered his head and looked at it carefully, with a focused expression, as if he was studying some magical skills.

Mu Lier gritted her teeth and turned her eyes away.

The falling snow in the night sky occasionally seeped into the fox fur and landed on her skin, sending a slight chill into Mu Lier's heart.

Although her martial arts skills have long made her immune to cold and heat, she can still feel a bit of coolness.
Then Zhao Wumian seemed to gradually become more confident and independent.

Zhao Wumian slowly lowered his head. Mu Lier hadn't felt this way for several months.

Therefore, even though she was the best in martial arts, her body softened and she could barely hold on to the fox fur.

She pinched the fox fur with one hand and pressed harder and harder on Zhao Wumian's back, wrapping the two of them tighter.

It also exerted some force on Zhao Wumian, making his movements a little more rough.

But at this moment, the man and woman, who had not seen each other for a long time, were not afraid of being rude and rude.

In an instant, the breathing of both of them seemed to have stopped.

There was silence in the alley for a moment, only to hear a sudden groan of pain.

Zhao Wumian asked doubtfully: "Does it hurt so much?"

Mu Lier's eyes were blurred and she pursed her red lips when she heard that.

"I haven't seen you for a few months... I'm not used to it."

Zhao Wumian smiled, leaned against Mu Lier's delicate neck, and muttered:
"It turned into Master's own shape again? That won't do... Master can only be in my shape."

Hearing these vulgar words, Mu Lier's pretty face became even redder, but as a female warrior, she was naturally not a shy lady like the Luo sisters. Her tone was even a little coquettish as she said:
"My martial arts skills are too high, and my recovery ability is beyond reproach... If you want, you have to put in a little more effort."

"I'm afraid I'll collapse the wall behind you."

"As long as I am here, what are you afraid of... If it was Xiangzhu, you would have to be more cautious, but I am also the best in martial arts... You, do whatever you want, I can bear it..."

"Oh, right." Zhao Wumian remembered something and asked:
"When is the master going to tell Sister Xiangzhu? It is definitely not a good idea to keep the matter between you and me a secret. Many people know about this matter now, such as Chaoyan and the nun... As long as Sister Xiangzhu is willing to ask, she will know."

Mu Lier was looking up and gritting her teeth, her beautiful eyes tightly closed. Upon hearing this, she opened her eyes a little and looked at the snowflakes slowly falling in the night sky. After pondering for a moment, she asked:

"When do you think is the right time?"

"As long as you are mentally prepared, it will be the same at any time."

As a martial artist, Mu Lier was definitely much more decisive than the Queen Mother. Upon hearing this, she frowned.

"As early as when you wrote to tell me that you and Xiangzhu were going to have an engagement, I was mentally prepared. But, even though I was prepared, I really couldn't let Xiangzhu know about this."

"Then can we keep it a secret forever? If I keep it a secret, I will definitely feel guilty."

"Master naturally doesn't want to keep it a secret from her, but how can I start this..."

While Mu Li'er was thinking, she suddenly made a "嘤" sound, and then patted Zhao Wumian lightly on the shoulder.

"Slow down..."

"Didn't Master just tell me to use more strength?"

"The teacher is thinking about something and didn't pay attention... Hey, there is a way."

"kindness?"

Mu Lier whispered a few words to Zhao Wumian, causing him to pause.

"Master, do you really want to do this?"

"You're not happy?"

"It doesn't count..."

"Come on, come on, you, you've already been exposed."

Mu Lier gritted her teeth, and suddenly her body softened completely. She leaned almost all her weight on Zhao Wumian, and said intermittently:
"You, you are very proud, aren't you? Why are you more energetic? What are you excited about..."

Zhao Wumian simply didn't say anything. The snow-white fox fur wrapped around the two of them continued to sway in a rhythmic manner.

The wind was howling outside, there were few pedestrians, and it was warm like spring inside the house.

Luo Xiangzhu, wearing a youthful and lively goose yellow jacket, sat upright at the table, adding firewood and charcoal to the stove.

Although the effect is certainly not as good as the underground dragons in the imperial city and Prince Yan's Mansion, but having a warm and safe place to live when it is windy and snowy outside all night is enough to make people feel happy.

But why haven’t Zhao Wumian returned yet after going out with his master?
Luo Xiangzhu glanced sideways at the night outside the window, her brows slightly furrowed.

Xiao Lengyue was sitting nearby, wiping the sword with a clean rag. Seeing this, she smiled slightly, as if she knew the relationship between Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier very well. She said:
"They also have important things to do. Nothing will happen. They will be back soon."

Luo Xiangzhu had no choice but to retract his gaze and stare at the stove with his head down. He felt a little embarrassed to be in the same room with an elder like Xiao Lengyue, and he didn't know what to talk to her about.

Actually, there is no way to chat because she can't speak.

It seems that it is not bad to be a little mute. At least I don’t have to endure this cramped atmosphere.

While the little mute was daydreaming, the door creaked and Zhao Wumian walked in carrying a lot of steaming oil paper. There must be a lot of delicious food inside.

Mu Lier followed closely behind, holding a lot of wine in her hands.

Luo Xiangzhu hurried to meet her. Mu Lier thought she was going to come over to get her some wine, but she ran to Zhao Wumian first and got him some oil paper.

Mu Lier sighed softly, and then said, "It's been a while since we last met, so we should celebrate. Let me buy you some wine, and your junior brother will buy you some dinner. Let's enjoy ourselves tonight."

Xiao Lengyue continued to polish his sword on the side. When he heard the word "enjoy", he suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Wumian and Mu Lier. He didn't say much, but had an inexplicable smile on his face.

"It's time to enjoy yourself..."

Luo Xiangzhu had no idea what was meant by this, but was very happy to hear it. He cleaned the table, set the dishes on the table, picked up the wine and looked at it for a few seconds before looking at Zhao Wumian.

If you are in the underworld and get drunk, it is obviously not a good thing.

Zhao Wumian patted the snowflakes off his body, hung the Qingxu Sword on the wall, and then said:

"With our martial arts, if we don't want to get drunk, then even if we drink the nectar from heaven, it won't have any effect on our mental state. Don't worry, but sister, don't worry. Drink as much as you want. If you get drunk and feel groggy until tomorrow, then I will carry you on my back."

Luo Xiangzhu imagined the scene of herself sleeping soundly on Zhao Wumian's back tomorrow while he was riding a horse on the road.

Looks good?
She did not think too much about it. She prepared bowls and chopsticks for everyone first, then she sat down at the table, stroking the hem of her skirt. She looked at the various delicacies bought by Zhao Wumian with her nose twitching slightly. Her stomach, which was not very hungry, seemed empty at this moment.

Mu Lier filled the wine bowl with wine, picked it up, and said with a smile:

"Drink as much as you want, as long as you are happy!"

Xiao Lengyue did not refuse and picked up the wine bowl. Zhao Wumian and Luo Xiangzhu followed behind.

"cheers!"

In fact, everyone present was basically on edge after arriving in Yanyun. Now that they had finally reunited with Mu Lier, they naturally relaxed a lot and felt really light-hearted.

It’s time to eat and drink. After three rounds of drinks, Xiao Lengyue went to the next room to rest.

Most of the wine that Mu Lier bought was drunk, and Luo Xiangzhu was already drunk. She leaned on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, her face slightly flushed, and her pink lips were filled with the sweet smell of wine.

"Go to bed. Will you sleep with Master tonight?" Zhao Wumian shook Luo Xiangzhu's shoulders and asked softly.

Luo Xiangzhu hadn't seen Mu Li'er for a long time and missed her terribly, but was too embarrassed to be affectionate with Zhao Wumian in front of Mu Li'er, so she didn't refuse and nodded in a daze.

Zhao Wumian picked her up by the waist, put her on the couch, took off her shoes and socks, revealing her white and tender feet.

Her feet were so slender and the curve between her ankles was even more breathtaking. Even though Zhao Wumian had played with them countless times, seeing them at this moment still made his blood boil.

He pinched Luo Xiangzhu's little feet.

"Hmm——" Luo Xiangzhu felt shy in her heart, and quickly retracted her feet and hid them under the warm quilt.

Master is watching you, what are you doing?
Having said that, she did not open her eyes...she did not have the strength to open her eyes.

She was totally dizzy.

She only remembered that the yellow light was blown out very quickly, and then someone got on the couch and slept beside her.

There is a scent, it must be Murier...

Luo Xiangzhu was in a daze, half asleep and half awake, when suddenly, she heard her lover's voice in her ears.

"Sister, don't make any noise."

"kindness?"

Luo Xiangzhu was a little confused, but she felt someone crawling into the quilt, and a pair of hands were playing with her feet, and then climbing up her legs...

No, the master is still here.

Luo Xiangzhu wanted to refuse, but she didn't have the strength, and... this was not the first time this had happened to her.

Going back further, I was with Hetuo, next to Ziyi.

Speaking of the recent past, in the capital, the Queen Mother’s bed…

She was actually somewhat used to it.

So Luo Xiangzhu, as usual, covered her red lips with her hands, trying not to make any sound, and endured her lover's caress.

But while she was in a daze, she heard Mu Lier's voice.

"Sleepless, sleepless..."

The voice was filled with uncontrollable joy, anticipation and affection.

?

Before Luo Xiangzhu could react, she felt her body lighten and she was picked up by someone. Then she was pressed against a warm and soft body.

Luo Xiangzhu opened her eyes blankly, with a hint of drunkenness still in her eyes. On the dim and soft couch, Mu Lier's pretty and mature face with a blushing complexion appeared in front of her.

She and Mu Lier were both naked and hugged each other.

?

Luo Xiangzhu was a little slow to react and thought she was drunk and dreaming.

But she heard Mu Lier caressing her pretty face and saying softly:

"Xiang Zhu, I have never told you that, in fact, your teacher and Wu Mian have been in love for a long time, and we have expressed our feelings to each other a long time ago..."

?

Luo Xiangzhu's eyes were dazed.

But behind the master and disciple, Zhao Wumian was admiring their different scenery, and then he half-knelt on the couch.

Luo Xiangzhu suddenly groaned in pain, and then he suddenly understood... this was not a dream.

Her eyes showed extreme surprise, bewilderment, and helplessness, but immediately afterwards, these complex expressions were replaced by another emotion.

All she could do was endure it… She was weak and her lover was incredibly strong. Whenever they did something like this, she was unable to think and could only endure it silently.

Especially since she was quite drunk tonight.

Mu Lier gently stroked Luo Xiangzhu's pretty face, then suddenly bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes at Zhao Wumian.

Outside, there was heavy snow and howling wind.

Mu Lier's method is very simple. If she tells this matter, the master and disciple will definitely be at odds with each other and they will have to be coaxed.

Although this is not a particularly bad thing, it will just embarrass Mu Lier.

In that case, it’s better to fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed... Losing face in bed is definitely better than anything else.

Anyway, once we start talking, it's only a matter of time.

This way, you can get the job done in one step, and avoid the embarrassment and shame when talking about this matter.

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