Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

The old Yuelai store, the top-class room.

The windows were nailed shut with several thick wooden strips, leaving only a few gaps for light to pass through.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine and some other indescribable odor.

Yang Guo lay on the bed, staring blankly at the carvings on the ceiling.

He felt he was about to die.

It wasn't killed by being shot, nor was it finished off by being finished off.

They died from exhaustion.

These three days were nothing short of hell on earth.

That old madman Ouyang Feng, desperate to have a grandson, was so engrossed in the pungent smell of Chinese medicine that it practically filled his nostrils. He booked the entire second floor, chasing away all irrelevant people. With the stairwell blocked off, the second floor became a secluded "baby-making base."

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open.

That familiar, despairing figure appeared again.

Ouyang Feng held two large bowls in his hands, and wore a kind of benevolent smile that made Yang Guo's hair stand on end.

"My son, the time has come."

Ouyang Feng strode to the bedside and slammed the bowl down on the bedside table. The soup in the bowl was dark and bubbling, and Yang Guo's voice was hoarse, his throat dry and sore.

"Father..." Why is my blood boiling and burning?

"Great stuff!" Ouyang Feng rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with excitement. "This is 'Golden Spear Pills' that Dad got from the pharmacy, dissolved in water, with three tiger penises and two pounds of goji berries added. I simmered it for a full two hours! Drink this, and I guarantee you'll be full of energy!"

Yang Guo looked at the bowl of black soup and felt a violent spasm in his stomach.

He drank an unknown amount of this stuff over the past three days.

Every three hours, this old madman would appear precisely on time, without fail. Whether you were asleep or awake, you had to drink it.

Even more terrifying is that this soup contains not only tonics but also aphrodisiacs.

Ouyang Feng had somehow acquired this low-grade concoction, and its effects were terrifyingly potent. Once ingested, within half an hour, a fleeting, unpleasant desire would vanish from the eyes, leaving nothing behind.

"Father, I really can't go on." Yang Guo struggled to sit up, feeling as if his back was broken and his legs were as weak as noodles. "Even the donkeys in the production team aren't this strong... Please let me rest, even just for half a day."

"What rest?!" Ouyang Feng's face hardened. "Even the most basic farming practices are seasonal! These few days are the perfect time; if you miss them, you'll have to wait until next month! Hurry up and drink!"

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and was about to pour it into Yang Guo's mouth.

Yang Guo closed his eyes in despair.

Once he drinks it, he will lose his mind for the next two hours and turn into a wild beast that only knows how to work.

He turned his head and glanced to his side.

Li Mochou lay there quietly.

Her Taoist robe was nowhere to be found; she was only covered by a thin quilt. Her once arrogant face, which struck fear into the hearts of the martial arts world, was now ashen.

Her eyes were open, but unfocused.

Over the past three days, she has gone through a series of reactions, from anger, resistance, and cursing, to crying and pleading, and now to complete numbness.

Her voice was so hoarse that she could no longer make a sound.

The pride, ruthlessness, and resentment that once filled those eyes had vanished. Only emptiness remained, like a dried-up well.

She was like a soulless shell, completely at the mercy of others.

Ouyang Feng's medicine, combined with Yang Guo's forced madness, completely destroyed the female demon's psychological defenses.

"Gulp."

Yang Guo was forced to drink a large mouthful of medicinal soup.

Spicy, bitter, and fishy.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of heat exploded from the dantian and quickly spread to the limbs and bones.

An indescribable restlessness surged through his veins, and his originally pale face flushed an unnatural red. Reason began to crumble, and the scene before him began to blur and become increasingly alluring.

"That's right!" Ouyang Feng nodded in satisfaction, then picked up another, slightly smaller bowl. "Here you go, daughter-in-law. It's sweet with honey."

He walked over to Li Mochou, roughly pried open her chin, and poured the specially made "pregnancy-stabilizing medicine" into her mouth.

Li Mochou did not resist; even her swallowing motion was mechanical.

"Alright, Dad will keep watch outside." Ouyang Feng put down his bowl, put his hands behind his back, and walked out. "Make a lot of noise! ​​Don't slack off!"

The door closed.

The room was once again enveloped in suffocating heat.

Yang Guo gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turning white. He tried to control himself, but the burning effect of the medicine was slowly fading, leaving his veins filled with an indescribable restlessness.

He looked at Li Mochou.

Li Mochou slowly turned her head to look at him.

There was no hatred in his eyes, only a deathly stillness that seemed to say, "Let's end this quickly."

Yang Guo's heart trembled, and a feeling called "guilt" flashed through his mind, but it was instantly swallowed up by the medicine.

"I'm sorry..."

Yang Guo let out a low roar and pounced again.

……

Sunset and moonrise.

I don't know how much time passed, but the door opened immediately.

Yang Guo lay limp on the bed, panting heavily, his sweat soaking through the mattress beneath him. He felt completely drained, without even the strength to lift a finger.

But he had to move.

Because he had been counting down the days, and today was the day Sister Dragon would emerge from seclusion!

If he doesn't go back tonight, and Xiaolongnu can't find him after leaving the ancient tomb, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Moreover, if Xiaolongnu found out that he had been fooling around with Li Mochou for three days and three nights down the mountain...

Yang Guo shivered.

That's worse than death.

"I have to go... I absolutely have to go..."

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and forced himself to get up. He glanced at Li Mochou beside him; she had already fallen into a deep sleep, her breathing weak, her brows furrowed, as if she were suffering even in her dreams.

Yang Guo hastily put on his clothes, leaned against the wall, and swayed as he made his way to the doorway.

"father……"

He patted the door panel.

Yang Guo steadied himself.

Ouyang Feng stood at the door, looking very energetic, holding a freshly slaughtered hen in his hand.

"What's wrong, son? Are you hungry? Dad will make you some chicken soup right away!"

"Father, I have something to tell you." Yang Guo leaned against the door frame, so weak he looked like he might collapse at any moment. "We...we need to talk."

Ouyang Feng threw the old hen on the ground: "What are you talking about? Don't you think this bed is soft enough? Dad will go get you a softer one!"

"It's not about the bed." Yang Guo composed himself, trying to clear his mind. "Father, I know you want a grandson. But you can't just take advantage of one person at a time."

Ouyang Feng tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

"Look," Yang Guo pointed into the house, "this second wife... that is, Li Mochou, although she has a large bottom which makes her easy to give birth to, she is still only human. You've seen it for the past three days, she's almost ruined. If this land is ruined, how will the crops grow in the future?"

Ouyang Feng frowned and looked around the room, then nodded. "Indeed, she looked unwell just now, like she was about to die. What should we do? Stop for a couple of days?"

"Not only should we stop, but we also need to be strategic." Seeing an opening, Yang Guo quickly pressed his advantage, "Father, haven't you forgotten something? I still have a wife!"

Ouyang Feng's eyes lit up: "That's right! That cold-faced girl in white! Her butt isn't as big as this one, but she looks ethereal; her grandson will definitely be beautiful!"

"That's exactly right!" Yang Guo slapped his thigh, but his legs went weak and he almost knelt down. "Today is the day my eldest daughter-in-law comes out of seclusion. What if I don't go back and she gets angry? What if she gets angry and refuses to have children for me? Then your half-grandchild will be gone!"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng immediately became anxious.

"That won't do! Absolutely not!" Ouyang Feng paced back and forth in the corridor. "You can't put all your eggs in one basket! You can't rely on just one person to feed your grandson! You have to distribute your love evenly!"

"Yes, yes, everyone should benefit!" Yang Guo nodded repeatedly. "That's why I have to go back! I have to take care of my eldest daughter-in-law! This one here needs to rest and let the soil mature before we continue planting!"

Ouyang Feng thought about it and felt that the logic was impeccable.

"Alright! Let's do it that way!" Ouyang Feng waved his hand. "Come on! I'll go back with you! I'll go catch some pheasants for my eldest daughter-in-law to help her recover!"

Yang Guo's head buzzed.

If that old madman goes to the ancient tomb with us, what will happen?

If Xiaolongnu were to see this old madman, and then see Yang Guo's lustful and depraved state, a little questioning would surely expose Li Mochou's affair.

"No! Please don't!" Yang Guo grabbed Ouyang Feng's sleeve, cold sweat pouring down his face. "Father, you can't go!"

"Why?" Ouyang Feng's eyes widened. "Father, go check on your wife."

"My eldest daughter-in-law... my eldest daughter-in-law is afraid of birth!" Yang Guo's mind raced, and he started making things up. "Have you forgotten? She's quiet and reserved. If you go and make a ruckus, you might scare her and cause a miscarriage... no, I mean, what if you scare her so much that she can't conceive?"

Ouyang Feng scratched his head: "So delicate?"

"Of course, she's a fairy, it's normal for her to be a little delicate," Yang Guo earnestly advised. "Besides, your second wife is still lying in the house. If you come with me, what if those old Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect come looking for her and kidnap her? Then you'll really lose half of your grandson!"

This tactic of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" proved effective.

Ouyang Feng glanced inside the room, his expression turning serious.

"Yes, that's true." Ouyang Feng stroked his chin. "This second daughter-in-law is a cripple now, and it's really necessary to keep an eye on her. Those Taoist priests are wicked; if they kidnap her and make her a nun, I'll suffer a huge loss."

"That's why!" Yang Guo coaxed patiently, "Father, you have to stay and look after her. I'll go back and take care of my eldest daughter-in-law. Once that's settled, I'll come back and take care of my second daughter-in-law. We can manage both without neglecting either; we have to do both well!"

Ouyang Feng was completely convinced by Yang Guo's theory of "time management master".

"Good son! You're so clever!" Ouyang Feng patted Yang Guo on the shoulder, almost knocking him apart. "It's settled then! You go back and find the older one, I'll watch the younger one!"

Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just escaped death.

"However..." Ouyang Feng changed the subject, glancing around, "This inn is too crowded and unsafe. If those Taoist priests come again and damage the tables and chairs, we'll have to pay for them. Let's find somewhere else!"

"Which one should we switch to?"

"Let's go back to that cave!" Ouyang Feng decided. "It's quiet there, no one will bother us, and it's close to the ancient tomb. If you miss your second wife, you can come down anytime!"

Yang Guo's lips twitched.

Should we throw Li Mochou back into that dark and damp cave?

But on second thought, this might not be a bad thing. The cave is secluded; as long as Ouyang Feng guards it, Li Mochou can't escape, and the Quanzhen Sect can't find her. Most importantly, it's some distance from the ancient tomb, making it relatively safe.

"Alright, I'll do whatever Father says." Yang Guo just wanted to get away as soon as possible, even if it meant sending Li Mochou to the fire pit.

……

Half an hour later.

The hidden cave on the back of Zhongnan Mountain.

Li Mochou was carried back by Yang Guo and thrown onto the pile of dry grass.

She remained silent, curled up, staring blankly at the rocks on the cave ceiling.

Yang Guo felt a little uneasy watching this scene.

"Um... Fairy." Yang Guo walked over, squatted down beside her, took out two still-warm steamed buns from his pocket, and placed them on her pillow. "I have to go back now. I'm sorry you've had to suffer these past few days."

Li Mochou didn't react at all, as if she hadn't heard.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't try to run away and don't provoke this old madman, he won't kill you," Yang Guo said in a low voice. "Once I find an opportunity, I will definitely find a way to rescue you."

Li Mochou's eyelashes trembled, finally showing some reaction.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Yang Guo.

That look in his eyes was complex. There was hatred, there was disgust, but more than anything, there was a cold indifference born of understanding.

"roll."

She moved her lips slightly, emitting a very soft breath.

This was the first thing she had said in the past three days.

Yang Guo gave a wry smile and stood up.

"Father, I'm off then," Yang Guo called out to Ouyang Feng, who was plucking feathers from a pheasant at the cave entrance.

"Let's go, let's go!" Ouyang Feng said without turning his head. "Remember to eat well! Get yourself strong! Come down to pay your taxes in a couple of days!"

Yang Guo stumbled and almost fell flat on his face.

Pay grain tax?

Where did this old madman learn all these words?

He dared not linger any longer, and with the last bit of his inner strength, he fled into the dense forest as if his life depended on it.

The wind howled.

Yang Guo wandered through the forest, enjoying the long-lost feeling of freedom.

Although he was extremely weak and had to pant for three breaths after every step he took, he felt more relaxed than ever before.

Finally, I'm free from that bed, free from that damned medicine.

"Sister Dragon..."

Yang Guo gazed in the direction of the ancient tomb, his eyes filled with longing.