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

sunset.

Yang Guo looked up at the sky and felt a chill run down his spine.

We're doomed.

I had a blast playing with Huo Du and his gang of bastards in Taiping Town, and that commotion lasted for two hours.

Little Dragon Girl had given a strict order: if they didn't return within three hours, the consequences would be severe. Now, at most, there was only one hour left.

Even if you use your light-footed skill to create sparks, it would still take half an hour to run back to the ancient tomb from here.

There is not much time left for him.

"Dad, stop eating that chicken butt, we need to go for a race!" Yang Guo grabbed Ouyang Feng, who was still not satisfied.

With half a chicken's rear end dangling from his mouth, Ouyang Feng mumbled indistinctly, "What's the rush? I haven't had enough fun yet!"

"Stop playing! If you keep going, your son will be devoured alive by that little tigress when he gets home!" "You're spineless!"

Ouyang Feng despised Yang Guo. His son was good in every way, except for one thing.

Afraid of his wife!

The father and son, one in front and one behind, moved with lightning speed, leaving afterimages in the deep mountains and forests.

Upon reaching the entrance of the hidden cave, Yang Guo slammed on the brakes, took a deep breath, and casually straightened his clothes, which had been ruffled by the wind.

Your hairstyle has to be perfect, and you have to nail your overall look.

But after working so hard these past few days, even my iron kidneys are starting to feel the strain.

Especially when facing that "heavyweight" guest in the cave.

Yang Guo felt somewhat uneasy.

Although Li Mochou is a ruthless killer, he has indeed taken advantage of her a lot these past few days, almost skinning her alive.

No matter what, a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness, and a hundred days as husband and wife is as deep as the sea.

Although Yang Guo considered himself a refined gentleman, he couldn't bring himself to be a scumbag who would abandon his promises after the fact.

We entered the cave.

The light was a bit dim.

Li Mochou leaned against the rock wall. Although her hands and feet were not bound, her acupoints were sealed tightly by Ouyang Feng's unique technique. She could move, but moving made her feel weak all over, so it was better not to move at all.

Hearing footsteps, she struggled to lift her eyelids.

Those eyes, which should have been sharp as knives and filled with murderous intent, were now dull and lifeless, with a deep-seated disgust and a hint of... resignation hidden deep within them.

When she saw Yang Guo come in, she turned her head to the side, her nostrils pointing to the sky, resorting to passive-aggressive tactics.

The atmosphere was a bit stiff.

Yang Guo touched his nose and shamelessly placed the new clothes he was carrying on a clean rock.

"Um... Fairy, I saw that your clothes were all torn to shreds, so I specially bought you a new, limited edition outfit."

Li Mochou sneered, her voice hoarse: "Owl tears."

Yang Guo wasn't angry. He grinned and moved closer, squatting down in front of her. "What you're saying, fairy, is quite something. We're family, after all. Even though the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple, but..."

"Shut up!"

Li Mochou abruptly turned her head, staring intently at Yang Guo. If looks could kill, Yang Guo would already be a sashimi. "If I release your pressure points, the first thing I'll do is gouge out your tongue, then poke your eyes out and stomp on them!"

Yang Guo shrank back, pretending to be scared.

This woman still has such a fiery temper.

Looks like I need to cool down and clear my head.

Just then, Ouyang Feng's jarring voice rang out with an eerie cheerfulness.

"Son! The tonic is ready! Drink it while it's hot!"

He walked in carrying a dark, grimy pottery jar, a kind, fatherly smile on his face.

Before the pottery jar even got close, a familiar, despairing smell filled the entire cave.

Spicy, fishy, ​​and with an indescribable sweetness, it's practically a nuclear attack on the sense of smell.

Yang Guo's face turned green instantly, and his stomach churned violently.

He knows this taste so well, it's so familiar!

A few days ago at the inn at the foot of the mountain, Ouyang Feng would bring this bowl of food every six hours, more punctual than the night watchman.

It is euphemistically called "a tonic soup for strengthening the body".

In reality, it's tiger penis, deer blood, and seal kidneys with countless potent ingredients added, along with Ouyang Feng's exclusive, top-grade "enhancing" powder from the Western Regions.

If you drink this stuff, not only will a person be able to do it, but even the chief eunuch could be turned into a needle on the spot.

"Father...is that really necessary?" Yang Guo said with a bitter face, waving his hands repeatedly, trying to slip away. "I ate quite a lot down the mountain. This soup is too nourishing. I'm afraid I'll bleed to death from my nose."

"Nonsense!"

Ouyang Feng straightened his face, his expression serious. "Practicing martial arts is extremely taxing on your energy and spirit! Look at you, your steps are unsteady, and your eyes are dark-circled—you're clearly suffering from kidney deficiency! How can a young man not know how to restrain himself? How can you have children without replenishing your energy? Drink! You must drink! Would your father harm you?"

After saying that, without waiting for Yang Guo's consent, he directly pinched open Yang Guo's chin with his large hand, and with his other hand picked up the bowl and poured the contents into it.

"Gulp gulp".

A whole bowl of dark soup was downed, not a single drop was wasted.

Yang Guo felt a line of fire burn down his throat and into his stomach, then exploded rapidly, as if magma had flowed into his blood vessels.

It’s over.

I'm being forced to work overtime again.

This is the blessing of working 996!

After feeding Yang Guo, Ouyang Feng quickly ladled out another bowl and walked towards Li Mochou with a smile.

"Daughter-in-law, it's your turn. Be good, drink this and you'll be healthy enough to give us a big, healthy son."

Li Mochou's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror.

She knew better than anyone the potency of this medicine.

After drinking it, the person will turn into a puddle of mud, and all that will be in their mind, besides the shameful thoughts, will be burned to ashes.

"Get out! Get away! Don't touch me!" Li Mochou tried desperately to shrink back, but her body wouldn't obey her commands, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Ouyang Feng didn't care whether she was willing or not. In his delusional mind, if his daughter-in-law didn't drink the medicine, it meant she was disrespectful and unfilial.

"Disobedient! Daddy has to feed you!"

Ouyang Feng pointed his finger, and Li Mochou's chin involuntarily opened.

That bowl of sinful medicine was poured in without leaving a single drop.

After doing all this, Ouyang Feng clapped his hands in satisfaction, feeling that he was truly an exceptionally good father.

"Alright, you two continue practicing your skills and hurry up and make some babies. Dad will go hunt a wild boar for you to nourish your bodies. You need to keep up with your nutrition after doing physical labor."

After saying this, the old madman put his hands behind his back, hummed an unknown tune, and swaggered out of the cave, concealing his merits and fame.

Only two people, about to be consumed by the drug's effects, remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.

The cave was eerily quiet.

Only their breathing grew heavier and heavier, like bellows being pulled.

Yang Guo felt like a powder keg that had been lit, the fuse already burned to the end.

That evil fire was rampaging through my body, and my reason was being burned away bit by bit, leaving my mind full of tainted waste.

He looked at Li Mochou.

Li Mochou's originally pale cheeks were now flushed an unnatural red, like a ripe peach. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her originally tattered Taoist robe was now soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining a breathtaking S-shaped curve.

Her eyes began to glaze over, and her lips parted slightly, as if she could steal one's soul.

That aloof coldness is crumbling, replaced by a primal, wild allure.

"Yang Guo...you dare...if you dare touch me..."

Li Mochou bit her tongue, trying to use the pain to awaken a sliver of clarity, but her voice was soft and weak, sounding more like flirting than anything else, lacking any real threat.

Yang Guo gave a bitter laugh, feeling like he was about to explode.

This isn't a question of whether he dares or not.

This is fate!

It's like God has fed you; if you don't eat, you'll get struck by lightning!

The immense power within him could no longer be contained; if it wasn't released soon, he would truly explode and die.

Time is tight.

There's only one hour left.

We must act swiftly and decisively; it's a race against time!

Without further hesitation, Yang Guo's eyes darkened, and he lunged forward.

"Fairy, please forgive me!"