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

Yang Guo's hand had just touched it, and before he could savor the amazing softness and warmth, a cool hand covered the back of his hand.

It was done without using force or internal energy to shake it open.

It was just placed there so gently.

"Don't you want your claws anymore?"

Xiaolongnu had just woken up, her voice was a little hoarse, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry, but it sent a chill down Yang Guo's spine.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be kneeling down and begging for mercy by now.

But who is Yang Guo?

He's an experienced driver, the kind of person who lives life on the edge.

Now that you've already taken action, backing down now would be tantamount to being a eunuch even if you weren't one.

Yang Guo didn't pull his hand away; instead, he leaned forward, resting his chin on Xiaolongnu's slender shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"Your Majesty is wise."

Yang Guo lowered his voice, feigning grievance, "This servant was just worried that Your Majesty might catch a cold at night, and wanted to tuck the blankets around Your Majesty. My loyalty is as clear as day."

As he spoke, his hand actually slid up a little and pulled the blanket up for Xiaolongnu through her thin inner garment.

Her fingertips brushed lightly across her side.

Little Dragon Girl's body trembled slightly.

She turned around, her eyes, still bright in the darkness, fixed on Yang Guo.

Eyes facing each other.

Nose tip to nose tip.

Close at hand.

"Little Guozi".

The Little Dragon Girl parted her red lips slightly, "Do you really think that this sword of mine can't cut anyone?"

Yang Guo chuckled, unafraid of death, and even blinked recklessly: "Your Majesty's blade is naturally sharp. It's just that this servant is thick-skinned and might damage Your Majesty's blade."

"Glib-tongued."

Little Dragon Girl gave a soft hum, but didn't push him away again. She simply buried her head in the soft pillow. "Go to sleep. If you move around again, I'll throw you outside the Dragon-Slaying Stone to be fed to the wolves."

Yang Guo was overjoyed.

This is not feeding wolves.

This is clearly tacit approval.

He didn't dare go too far, after all, Sister Long was a woman of her word. If he really got thrown out, he would be at a huge loss.

And so, that night...

On the cold jade bed, a lone man and a lonely woman.

Although nothing substantial happened, the ambiguous atmosphere of sleeping in each other's arms was more alluring than anything else.

……

The next morning.

There was no sunlight in the ancient tomb, and it was impossible to tell what time it was.

When Yang Guo woke up, the seat next to him was empty.

Only a faint fragrance remained on the cold jade bed.

He stretched, his joints cracking all over.

Although he didn't break through to the Innate Realm, after last night's ordeal, his internal energy flowed much smoother, and he felt very energetic.

"If I didn't see all these wounds, I could kill a cow right now."

Yang Guo looked down at the bow on his shoulder and couldn't help but smile.

Sister Long's bandaging technique is really... full of childlike fun.

He rolled out of bed and straightened his clothes.

It's so quiet in this ancient tomb.

It's so quiet it makes you want to stir things up.

Yang Guo's eyes darted around, his gaze drifting towards the stone chamber next door.

That's Li Mochou's territory.

The play yesterday was only halfway through; it hadn't even ended yet.

As a professional actor, one must see things through to the end.

Yang Guo tiptoed, like a thief, and stealthily made his way to the door of the stone chamber next door.

The stone gate was tightly closed.

There was no sound from inside.

"Sister Mochou?"

Yang Guo called out tentatively, his voice weak and trembling, "Um... are you up?"

There was no movement.

"Ahem... I wanted to ask if you have any water? I... I'm a little thirsty."

Still nothing.

Yang Guo felt a little uneasy.

Could it be that this female demon couldn't think straight and committed suicide inside?

If he really died, then this joke would be really bad.

He was preparing to use his power to push the door open.

Boom—

The stone door suddenly opened.

A figure suddenly rushed out, bringing with it a fragrant breeze.

Before Yang Guo could react, he was suddenly grabbed and hugged.

They were holding each other very tightly.

It's as if they want to meld him into their very bones.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?"

Li Mochou asked anxiously, her hands groping haphazardly over Yang Guo's body, "Has the wound reopened? Or... or has that flare-up recurred?"

Yang Guo was nearly strangled to death by her.

This female demon is incredibly strong!

but……

This feels really good.

Feeling the pressure on his chest, Yang Guo felt a secret pleasure, but his face immediately changed to an expression of unbearable pain.

"hiss--"

Yang Guo gasped, then leaned against Li Mochou, his body going limp and unable to stand.

"pain……"

Yang Guo frowned and gritted his teeth. "Sister, be gentle... I'm fine, it's just... it's just that my blood circulation is a little poor this morning, and I feel weak."

Upon hearing this, tears immediately welled up in Li Mochou's eyes.

Poor blood and qi circulation?

Feeling weak?

Isn't this just... the aftereffects of... you know?

Back in the day, which of those old eunuchs in the palace wasn't pale-faced and had a strange, unsettling demeanor?

Yang Guo was so young, yet he already showed these signs.

After that...

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Li Mochou helped Yang Guo lean against the stone wall, her eyes almost overflowing with heartache. "Sister is here. Sister will give you some energy."

As she spoke, she prepared to channel her inner energy.

Yang Guo quickly pressed her hand down.

joke.

If this were to actually transfer energy, wouldn't the abundant masculine energy within one's body be exposed?

When Li Mochou sees this, she'll exclaim: "Good heavens, you're not a eunuch, you're a stud!"

Why not just tear him to pieces on the spot?

Moreover, Li Mochou seemed to have forgotten that her internal energy was sealed and her acupoints had not yet been unsealed.

"No... don't waste your internal energy."

Yang Guo weakly waved his hand, looking at Li Mochou with a dazed expression, "Sister, your injuries haven't healed yet. Don't damage your foundation for someone as crippled as me."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Li Mochou's eyebrows furrowed, and she reached out to cover Yang Guo's mouth, "You're never allowed to say the word 'crippled' again! In my heart, you're more complete and stronger than any other man in the world!"

Yang Guo was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears.

In his mind, he was furiously complaining: "Wife, although those words sound touching, can't you use a different adjective? Complete? Strong? These two words just sound so awkward when used to describe a eunuch!"

"elder sister……"

Yang Guo grasped Li Mochou's hand and placed it on his heart. "With these words from you, sister, even if I were truly... I would have no regrets."

"only……"

Yang Guo changed the subject, his eyes becoming somewhat evasive, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Just what?" Li Mochou asked anxiously. "What do you want? If I have it, I'll pluck the stars from the sky for you!"

"that……"

Yang Guo stammered, "It's too cold in this ancient tomb. Especially... especially after losing that thing, I always feel a chill in my lower body, and I just can't warm it up."

Li Mochou was taken aback.

Immediately, an unnatural blush rose on her face.

But more than anything, it was resolute.

"I'll warm you up."

Li Mochou pulled Yang Guo into her arms and wrapped him in her Taoist robe. "I practice the Red Serpent Palm, so my body is warm. From now on... from now on, I'll be your furnace."

Yang Guo buried his head in Li Mochou's neck and took a deep breath of the scent mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance.

This woman is a kept man.

Really fragrant.

He even went so far as to rub against me.

"Sister is so good," Yang Guo said in a muffled voice, "much better than Sister Long. All she does is make me do chores and doesn't even give me food."

Just then.

A cold wind swept by.

"Little Guozi".

Little Dragon Girl's voice suddenly came from behind, "Speaking ill of me behind my back will get you slapped."

Yang Guo's body stiffened.

Li Mochou immediately flew into a rage.

She turned around abruptly, shielding Yang Guo behind her like a mother leopard protecting her cub, glaring at Xiaolongnu standing at the entrance of the passageway.

"Junior Sister!"

Li Mochou gritted her teeth, "What more do you want? He's already in this state, and you still want him to work? Don't you have any conscience?"

Little Dragon Girl was carrying a food box.

That was the honeydew she had just heated in the kitchen.

She looked at Li Mochou's tense expression, then glanced at Yang Guo, who was hiding behind Li Mochou and winking at her.

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

That kid.

They're putting on an act again.

"The fact that I made him work is a sign of my respect for him."

Xiaolongnu placed the food box on the stone platform beside her, her tone icy, "The Ancient Tomb doesn't tolerate idlers. Since you're not dead, come and eat. After you're done, go wash those clothes."

Since entering the Ancient Tomb, Yang Guo has never been able to escape the fate of washing clothes.

Xiaolongnu gave Yang Guo everything, including both her outer robe and inner garment.

"do the laundry?"

Li Mochou laughed in anger, "He's a man! You want him to do the laundry?"

"man?"

Xiaolongnu raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping meaningfully over Yang Guo's lower body. "Senior Sister, are you sure?"

Li Mochou was speechless.

The pain of that moment surged back into my heart.

Yes.

He is no longer.

In an ancient tomb, a place frequented only by women, his current situation is indeed awkward.

"I'm going to wash!"

Li Mochou took a breath, straightened her back, and said, "I'll do his work for him. From now on, I'll take care of all the rough and tiring work in this ancient tomb. Don't bother him anymore."

Yang Guo almost burst out laughing.

Is the Red Serpent Fairy washing clothes?

The scene was so beautiful, I can't even imagine it.

If those enemies in the martial arts world who had their families wiped out by Li Mochou were to see this, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

"what ever."

Xiaolongnu didn't argue, turned around and walked towards the main tomb chamber, saying, "As long as the clothes are clean, I don't care who washed them."

I took two steps.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks without turning around.

"Oh, right."

"Change the dressing after you finish eating. If the wound gets infected, it won't just be that little bit that needs to be cut off."

After saying that, the white figure flashed and disappeared around the corner.

Li Mochou stood there, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"This is outrageous..."

She turned around, looked at Yang Guo, and softened her tone, "Guo'er, let's ignore her. Let's eat first. After we finish eating, I'll change your dressing."

"Change the dressing?"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

When Sister Long bandaged him up, she could see it directly.

If Li Mochou were to change her medicine, she would inevitably have to undress.

My upper body is fine.

The key is...

Now that the play has gone on for so long, what if Li Mochou suddenly decides to check how well the "cut-off" wound is healing...?

Wouldn't that completely expose the mistake?

"Um... Sister."

Yang Guo clutched his stomach, looking weak. "I'm not hungry. I just want some peace and quiet. Or... or could you go wash the clothes first? I'm afraid Sister Long will get angry and torment me again."

Li Mochou's heart broke upon hearing these words.

This child.

How badly have they been bullied?

In order not to implicate himself, he actually had to swallow his pride and try to please that cold-blooded junior sister.

"good!"

Li Mochou gritted her teeth, "I'll go wash! I'm going right now! You wait here, don't go anywhere!"

Done.

This renowned Red Serpent Fairy actually turned around and rushed towards the stone chamber where the dirty clothes were kept.

Looking at Li Mochou's resolute back.

Yang Guo touched his nose, and a slight sense of guilt arose in his heart.

But there was only a tiny bit.

All that's left is a secret sense of satisfaction.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of life, I wouldn't trade it for even a god."

Yang Guo sighed, reached out and picked up the jade honey from the stone platform, just about to put it in his mouth.

when--

when--

when--

A heavy, urgent bell suddenly rang out into the ancient tomb.

The voice was muffled, filled with anxiety.

Yang Guo paused in his movements.

This bell sound...something's not right.

Having been involved with the Quanzhen Sect for so long, he was very familiar with the sound of the bells at Chongyang Palace.

The morning bell tolls, melodious and clear.

Evening prayers are like the evening drum, low and somber.

Mealtime is a joyful experience.

But this sound...

Hasty, chaotic, and without any order.

This is a warning bell!

This bell is only rung when the Quanzhen School faces a life-or-death crisis.