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

Outside the cave, the wind rustled through the treetops, casting dappled shadows.

Inside the cave, spring was in full bloom, and birds sang their praises.

Two hours later.

Everything returned to calm.

Yang Guo lay sprawled on the ground, staring blankly at the rocks on the cave ceiling.

I feel completely drained.

A project worth hundreds of billions of yuan was invested in so haphazardly.

I originally wanted to go to the Quanzhen Sect today to steal some proper dual cultivation techniques, so I could at least recover some health.

In the end, instead of stealing the cultivation technique, he lost a lot of money.

deficit.

We're losing money everywhere.

He turned his head to look at Li Mochou beside him.

Li Mochou huddled in the corner, covered by her tattered Taoist robe, her long hair disheveled and falling over her shoulders, obscuring half her face.

She didn't cry or make a scene.

He just stared silently at the ground, his eyes vacant.

A strange, indescribable feeling welled up in Yang Guo's heart.

I feel a little guilty.

But more than anything, it's a sense of accomplishment.

That's a man's most primal, base instincts.

Looking at the once unapproachable Red Serpent Fairy who regarded men as worthless, she now became her bedmate, allowing him to take whatever he wanted.

This sense of conquest greatly satisfied Yang Guo's vanity.

Although he was drugged and forced by Ouyang Feng, he felt like he was about to ascend to heaven in broad daylight.

"He's a fucking beast."

Yang Guo cursed himself in his heart.

What is this? Forced to operate? Or taking advantage of someone's misfortune?

Although the blame can be shifted to Ouyang Feng, does Yang Guo really bear no responsibility at all?

In the adult world, there aren't many chances to undo mistakes. What's done is done. Even if you're going to be a bad person, you have to be bad openly and honestly.

Yang Guo propped himself up and sat up, clearing his throat in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

"Um... are you alright?"

As soon as he said it, he wanted to slap himself twice.

Listen to this, is this even human language?

You've already put them through this much trouble, how can they possibly get better?

What's the difference between this and finishing up and then pulling up your pants to ask someone "Are you satisfied with the service?"? It's a classic case of wanting to have your cake and eat it too.

Li Mochou didn't even lift her eyelids, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Yang Guo had absolutely no way to deal with this kind of passive-aggressive behavior.

He sighed; there was no point in saying more.

He didn't want to make a fool of himself anymore.

He stood up, reached out and pulled the bundle from the ground over, then untied it.

Inside was a brand new set of clothes.

He had specially chosen it from the fabric shop; it wasn't a Taoist robe, but a dress for an ordinary woman.

The fabric is a bright peach pink, embroidered with several delicate mimosa flowers. It is soft and smooth, and looks very valuable.

"Get up and put your clothes on."

Yang Guo walked to Li Mochou's side and squatted down.

Li Mochou remained unmoved.

Yang Guo didn't waste any words and reached out to pull open her tattered Taoist robe.

In that instant, large patches of snow-white skin were exposed to the air, with traces of red marks still remaining on them.

Li Mochou trembled slightly and instinctively tried to cover herself.

"Don't move."

Yang Guo pressed down on her hand, his tone unusually firm, "Your original clothes are all torn to shreds. You want to go out naked?"

Li Mochou bit her lip, staring intently at Yang Guo, her eyes finally reddening.

She was the dignified Red Serpent Fairy, who had roamed the martial world for over a decade. Everyone who saw her would respectfully call her Fairy Maiden. Now, not only had her body been forcibly taken, but she was also being manipulated like a doll, forced to wear clothes.

Killing people and killing people is nothing more than that.

Yang Guo ignored her gaze.

Yang Guo ignored her murderous gaze, picked up the light purple dress, and skillfully helped her put it on.

Tie the belt, button the buttons, and straighten the collar.

His movements were very light, even gentle.

They did not take advantage of the situation.

Li Mochou's figure is indeed excellent.

She is plump but not bloated, with plenty of flesh in the right places and no excess fat in the right places.

Wearing this peach-pink dress, she lost some of the aloofness and solitude of a Taoist nun, and gained more of the charming allure of a woman. Especially the peach-pink color, which made her skin appear radiantly white.

Yang Guo took two steps back, examined her as if admiring a work of art, and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, much more pleasing to the eye than that drab Taoist robe. This is more like a woman."

Li Mochou kept her head down, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

After a long while, she finally raised her head.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion as he looked at Yang Guo. His lips moved slightly, and his voice was icy: "Yang Guo, I will kill you."

Calm, resolute, and chilling.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat, but he forced a shameless smile and shrugged: "Fine, I'll wait. But until you kill me, you're still mine. Want to kill your husband? You'll have to wait in line."

"I have plenty of time," Li Mochou said calmly.

Speaking of time, Yang Guo seemed to remember something!

Holy crap! Time!

He was so engrossed in having fun that he completely forgot about this!

The time limit given by Little Dragon Girl is three hours!

He spent two hours arguing with Huo Du and his gang of bastards at the foot of the mountain, half an hour on his way back, and just now in the cave... he was up to no less than two hours!

Timeout!

And it's a serious timeout!

This trip was a waste of time...

He knew Xiaolongnu's personality all too well. She usually seemed aloof and detached from worldly affairs, but in reality, she valued promises above all else. She said three hours—not a minute less, not a minute more…that would be suicide!

Moreover, before leaving, she specifically instructed him not to lie to her...

Yang Guo recalled Xiaolongnu's words, "I'll tie you to the cold jade bed for a month," and felt a chill run down his spine. The anger that had just subsided instantly turned into coldness.

Um... well...

Yang Guo sprang up from the ground, hurriedly straightened his clothes, and tightly hugged the bundle containing the fabric he had bought for Xiaolongnu.

"Honey, I have something urgent to attend to, I have to go!"

Yang Guo packed his things and placed the remaining bottle of jade bee jelly next to Li Mochou.

"This stuff can restore your strength, drink some yourself."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the cave entrance.

Upon reaching the cave entrance, he inexplicably stopped and looked back.

Li Mochou remained in that pose, like a beautiful porcelain piece abandoned in the wilderness, broken yet tragically beautiful.

Yang Guo opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Saying anything is superfluous.

Given the current situation, letting Li Mochou leave is absolutely impossible.

If this woman retaliates later, it will be impossible to prevent.

Yang Guo wasn't that heartless; he would have killed her directly.

This current situation of "keeping a mistress in a golden house" is absurd, but it is the best choice.

Let's leave it at that for now, we'll talk about it later!

Yang Guo sighed and left the cave.

As Li Mochou watched his disheveled departure, the deathly stillness in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by a complex expression.

She looked down at the bright pink dress she was wearing.

He reached out and stroked the soft fabric.

This was the first time in her life she had ever worn clothes bought by a man.

Even if that man is a shameless little lecher.

Even though all of this happened under such terrible circumstances.

A self-deprecating smile curved Li Mochou's lips, but deep in her eyes, a strange flame was slowly rekindling.