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

Yang Guo felt as if he were not standing at the entrance of a cave, but rather on the edge of a vat of boiling oil in the eighteenth level of hell.

Is Rong'er going to release Mo Chou's acupoints tonight?

Sister Mochou has no internal energy now. If Rong'er uses some tricks to get her into bed, I can forget about ever sleeping with her again.

Seeing his ever-changing expression, as if he were afraid she would bully the "Red Serpent Fairy," Huang Rong found it both amusing and subtly resentful. Although she wanted to teach him a lesson, she knew this was not the time to act rashly, so she concealed the sharpness in her eyes.

"Since you're unwilling, then forget it." Huang Rong tidied her slightly disheveled sideburns, regaining her dignified elder demeanor. "Guo'er, this isn't the place to talk. I heard you usually live in the Ancient Tomb, won't you invite your aunt in for a chat?"

Yang Guo felt a chill run down his spine.

Entering an ancient tomb?

There's an even more troublesome dragon sister inside!

Moreover, he had just coaxed Sister Long with "Awei's Eighteen Styles" last night. If he were to bring a "first wife" back now, the scene would be too beautiful for him to bear.

"Um... the ancient tomb is cold and damp, not suitable for entertaining guests." Yang Guo tried to argue, "Aunt Guo, how about we find a restaurant..."

"What? Are you afraid I'll eat your Dragon Sister? Your master told your Uncle Guo in a letter that you not only seduced a witch, but also a Tomb Raider demoness!" Huang Rong interrupted him with a half-smile.

"Do you really have something going on?"

Yang Guo cursed Yin Zhiping's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

He asked why Sister Rong suddenly came to the Quanzhen Sect, because it turned out that Yin Zhiping had been talking badly about him behind his back.

However, Yang Guo was also grateful to Yin Zhiping. If it weren't for that letter of complaint, he didn't know when he would have been able to see Sister Rong again.

As soon as Huang Rong spoke, Yang Guo knew he couldn't escape it.

If they try to stop her again, Huang Rong will definitely suspect something is amiss and force her way in, which would have even more serious consequences.

"Not at all!" Yang Guo chuckled dryly, gesturing for me to enter. "Your presence is an honor to have you here. Please, please!"

……

The atmosphere on the way to the ancient tomb was extremely strange.

Yang Guo walked in the middle, with Huang Rong on his left and Li Mochou supporting him on his right.

Each of the three harbored their own ulterior motives.

Huang Rong had been observing the whole way. She noticed that Yang Guo's movements as he supported the woman were extremely natural, even revealing a careful and protective demeanor. This made her feel uneasy.

"Guo'er, it's been a year since we last met, and you've certainly learned to cherish women," Huang Rong said calmly.

"That's right," Yang Guo chuckled. "Our Beggars' Clan values ​​chivalry and righteousness, so taking care of the sick is only right."

Li Mochou remained silent, but whenever Yang Guo loosened his grip even slightly, she would immediately lean her body against him, placing most of her weight on him and deliberately letting out a few weak, delicate gasps.

That was a blatant provocation.

Yang Guo was caught in the middle, and he was sweating profusely.

We finally reached the entrance to the ancient tomb.

Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they entered the tomb and were separated and settled, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

"We've arrived." Yang Guo pointed to the heavy stone door. "This is the Tomb of the Living Dead."

Huang Rong looked up at the gloomy stone gate, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

"Is this where Patriarch Chongyang secluded himself in seclusion? It truly is a wonderful place for self-cultivation." Her words were loaded with meaning. "No wonder he was able to raise you, Guo'er, to be so... fair-skinned."

Just then.

The stone gate slowly opened.

A cold wind blew out from inside.

A white figure stood quietly at the doorway.

There was no expression, no movement, and even the sound of breathing was barely audible.

Little Dragon Girl.

Today she wore a plain white silk dress, which Yang Guo had made for her before. It was very fitted at the waist, making her look even more aloof and otherworldly. She carried the Lady's Sword in her hand, her gaze sweeping over the three people outside the door.

When her gaze fell on the hand that Yang Guo was using to support Li Mochou, the temperature around them instantly dropped three degrees.

When Huang Rong saw Xiaolongnu for the first time, her pupils contracted slightly.

nice.

So beautiful.

It's not the kind of beauty that comes from worldly riches and luxury, but rather a kind of ethereal beauty that seems untouched by worldly concerns, as if it might ride the wind and depart at any moment.

This kind of woman has a fatal attraction for men.

Even someone as confident as Huang Rong felt an unprecedented sense of crisis at this moment.

Is this the "Dragon Girl" that Yin Zhiping mentioned in his letter?

No wonder Yin Zhiping had wicked intentions, no wonder Yang Guo was so happy he forgot about Shu.

"Teacher Long!" Yang Guo quickly released Li Mochou and ran over excitedly. "We have guests at home. This is... my Aunt Guo, who came to see me especially."

He then pointed to Li Mochou: "Sister Mochou wasn't feeling well. I just ran into her in the woods and helped her back."

Xiaolongnu's gaze shifted from Yang Guo's face to Huang Rong.

Two women, their eyes locked.

One is as cold as ice, the other as bright as fire.

Although there was no clash of swords, the exchange of glances made it seem as if a hundred moves had already passed.

"Madam Guo." Little Dragon Girl nodded lightly, as if to say hello.

"Miss Long," Huang Rong replied with a flawless smile, "I've heard Guo'er mention you before, and seeing you today, you truly are an unparalleled beauty."

"Guo'er mentioned me?" Xiaolongnu turned to look at Yang Guo. "Mentioned what?"

Yang Guo felt like dying.

This Sister Long is so honest! Can't you see through this polite talk? Why do you have to dig so deep?

"Um... I must mention your superb martial arts skills and excellent teaching!" Yang Guo quickly interjected, "And I must also mention your superb cooking skills; your honey water is especially delicious!"

Huang Rong glanced at Yang Guo, her eyes clearly saying: I'll deal with you later.

"Since you are Guo'er's elder, please come in." Xiaolongnu stepped aside to make way for her.

The group entered the ancient tomb.

The furnishings inside the stone chamber were extremely simple, consisting of only a stone table and a few stone stools, with nothing else of value.

Everyone sat around the stone table.

Yang Guo busied himself, pouring water and wiping the table, like a busy little bee, trying to cover up his embarrassment with his busyness.

Huang Rong held the rough stone cup, took a sip of honey water, but her eyes were scanning her surroundings.

"This place doesn't even have a window; it's never sunny," Huang Rong said, putting down her cup as if casually. "Miss Long, aren't you feeling bored living here at such a young age?"

"Not boring," Little Dragon Girl replied succinctly.

"Guo'er is at the age where he's growing, and this kind of environment might not be good for his health." Huang Rong changed the subject and began to press the issue. "Moreover, I've also heard some... gossip in the martial arts world about the Ancient Tomb Sect. After all, a man and a woman alone in a room together, if word gets out, it won't sound good for Miss Long's reputation."

This is a subtle attack.

She pointed out both the unpleasant environment and the issue of reputation, implying that Yang Guo should go with her.

Li Mochou sat to the side, and although she had no internal energy, she still had that same enthusiasm for watching the excitement.

She picked up her cup and interjected sarcastically, "Madam Guo, the way you're saying this makes it sound like our Ancient Tomb Sect has tied Yang Guo up here. He has legs; if he didn't want to stay, he would have run away long ago. Since he's stayed, there must be a reason for it."

After she finished speaking, she gave Yang Guo a meaningful look, her gaze lingering on his waist for a moment.

Yang Guo felt a sudden ache in his lower back.

Ancestors, please stop hinting, okay?

Huang Rong was an extremely intelligent person, and she immediately grasped the meaning behind Li Mochou's words.

What's the reason for staying?

She looked at Yang Guo, her eyes turning dangerous: "Guo'er, what do you think? What reason do you have that you don't even want to see Uncle Guo and insist on staying in this ancient tomb?"

This is a question that could cost you your life.

They said it was for practicing martial arts? Huang Rong certainly wouldn't believe it.

To say it's to repay a debt of gratitude? That's too simplistic.

Yang Guo took a deep breath and slammed the rag in his hand onto the table.

"Because it's quiet here!" Yang Guo said with a righteous expression. "Aunt Guo, as you know, I hate those hypocrites from the Quanzhen Sect the most. Although it's quiet here, there's not so much intrigue. I can sleep whenever I want and practice whenever I want. Although Master Long doesn't talk much, he never forces me to memorize those Four Books and Five Classics."

"Really?" Huang Rong's lips curled into a smile. "Since this place is so nice, I, as your aunt, would also like to find some peace and quiet. How about... I stay here for a few days and, while I'm at it, test your martial arts skills?"

Yang Guo's smile froze instantly.

How many days will you stay?

If we stay here, what will we do at night?

Three women.

One lives next door, one lives across the hall, and there's another...

This is hardly a way to find peace and quiet.

This is clearly an attempt to turn this ancient tomb into an alchemy furnace, and put Yang Guo inside to be refined into ashes!

"This..." Yang Guo looked at Xiaolongnu, hoping to get a signal of rejection from her.

Little Dragon Girl said calmly, "There are still a few empty stone chambers in the ancient tomb. If Madam Guo doesn't mind, please feel free to use them."

Yang Guo was in despair.

Sister Dragon, you've let a wolf into your house!

Huang Rong nodded in satisfaction and stood up: "Then I'll trouble you. Guo'er, take me to see your room. I want to see what books you've read and what skills you've practiced this past year."

When she said "what kind of kung fu did she practice," her tone was particularly heavy.

Yang Guo instinctively covered his chest.

There was also the black "Dark Night Enchantress" style bellyband that he had sewn for Li Mochou.

If this gets found out...

Looking into Huang Rong's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, Yang Guo felt that his future was bleak.

"Okay...okay." Yang Guo forced a smile, stood up, and led the way.

As he passed by Li Mochou, she suddenly stretched out her foot and gently hooked his calf.

Yang Guo stumbled and almost fell.

"Be careful, Guo'er." Li Mochou smiled alluringly. "The road is slippery, don't fall."

Yang Guo steadied himself, not daring to turn around, and led Huang Rong toward his stone chamber.

Behind them, two completely different gazes were directed at them.

A cold, icy demeanor.

A seductive charm emanated from her.

Ahead lies the final judgment in a battlefield of carnage.

"Yang Guo, oh Yang Guo," he silently encouraged himself, "as long as you're bold enough, everyone gets maternity leave! You have to keep it up!"