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

With her feet dangling in the air, Cheng Ying could only imitate Lu Wushuang, wrapping her legs around Yang Guo's waist and clinging to his shoulders with her hands.

She knew her posture was awkward.

Her two thighs were sandwiched between a man's waist and hips, her body pressed tightly against him.

But there's nothing we can do.

If you let go, you'll fall, and if you fall, the snake king will catch up with you, and if he catches up, you'll die.

The three people huddled together, and the geothermal heat in the passageway grew stronger, the rising steam making their scalps burn.

Yang Guo was standing on mud and snake molts when he stepped on them, and he almost fell in with the two of them.

The five claw marks on his back hadn't healed yet, and as he ran, the pulling and tugging caused blood to flow down his spine, soaking his undergarments.

He gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound. His legs were sore and heavy, and he was only able to hold on by sheer willpower.

The snake king behind them did not rush to give chase.

The thing was too thick to squeeze through narrow passages, so it had to take a detour.

But with each loop, the distance between them decreases.

The scales scraped against the stone wall, making a screeching, grating sound that grew clearer and clearer.

Cheng Ying's cheek was pressed against Yang Guo's neck, her warm breath hitting his ear.

The yang energy imprint in the body, after being steamed by this geothermal heat, began to cause trouble again.

She felt her thighs ache and go weak, and a tingling sensation ran down from where the two of them were in contact.

She cursed herself inwardly for being so useless; she was about to die, and her body was still causing trouble!

Yang Guo held her right hand and kept channeling Nine Yin True Qi upwards to suppress the mark in her body.

We have to send her; once the mark activates, she will lose her strength and won't be able to hold onto herself.

But through that thin, soaked clothing, with every step she took and every jolt, her ample weight slammed solidly into his palm.

Just as a frivolous thought flashed through Yang Guo's mind, a muffled thud came from behind him.

The snake king crashed into a section of the stone wall, and rubble rained down.

That thought vanished instantly in fright.

Life is the most important thing; we can talk about other things later.

"Where are you putting your hands!"

Cheng Ying lowered her voice, gritted her teeth, and whispered in his ear, her voice trembling and carrying a hint of suppressed panting.

She hated her voice, it was exactly the same as when she was burned by the Qiankun Technique in the dilapidated temple that day.

"You're about to lose your life, who cares where you put your hands?"

Yang Guo, panting heavily as he ran, said, "You don't have thorns there, you can't just touch it a couple of times and it'll fall off a piece of flesh, can it?"

Cheng Ying was so angry that her whole body tensed up. She tried to pry his hands open, but she couldn't muster any strength.

Instead, his body instinctively pressed itself against that palm, craving the pure yang heat of the suppressing mark.

The more she craved it, the more she hated herself.

She hated this person to the core, yet her body stubbornly sank into his palm.

Lu Wushuang heard everything clearly from the side and couldn't help but mutter to herself: "My cousin is really something. When her husband is carrying her to escape, is he supporting her buttocks or her head?"

"Cousin, my husband was only trying to save us, so please don't be so picky."

She buried her face in Yang Guo's shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Getting out of here alive is the most important thing."

Cheng Ying was speechless, her eyes reddening. She could only bury her face in Yang Guo's other shoulder, biting her lower lip, and swallowing back all the messy emotions.

A deafening roar came from behind, and the Snake King had circled around the narrow passage and caught up!

A foul-smelling gust of wind suddenly rushed in from behind, thick and pungent, making Lu Wushuang gag.

When you get close enough, you can even smell the sour, rotten odor of the snake's slime in the air.

Yang Guo suddenly accelerated.

Ahead lies that cave riddled with holes in the rock.

Countless spotted snakes poked their heads out of the hole, their red tongues waving like red threads stuck all over the wall.

The ground was crawling with snakes, writhing and twisting in the mud; you could step on three or four with one step.

Ahead lies a snake formation, behind lies the snake king.

Yang Guo did not stop.

He pushed his Nine Yin True Qi to its limit, creating a protective shield around himself, and then, gritting his teeth, charged into it.

The first spotted snake shot off the stone wall, crashed hard into the air shield, and was instantly blasted away.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third came rushing over, but were bounced away with two snaps and landed at my feet, twisting into a ball.

Snakes kept falling from above, one after another, hitting the air shield like hail.

Yang Guo had to dodge the live snakes on the ground, and he accidentally stepped on a thick one, almost slipping and falling.

He stomped his right foot hard, forcibly stabilizing himself. The force was so great that Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang both groaned.

The protective shield formed by true energy is thinning at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Carrying two people, his internal energy consumption was more than three times that of usual.

Just then, a spotted snake as thick as an arm broke through the edge of the air shield on the left, opened its mouth to reveal its venomous fangs, and bit down on Lu Wushuang's arm!

Yang Guo suddenly dodged to the side, taking the blow head-on with his right shoulder.

The snake's fangs pierced the fabric of the shoulder, but were repelled by the protective inner energy beneath, failing to penetrate the flesh and leaving only two shallow white marks.

Lu Wushuang was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly, screamed, and buried her face in Yang Guo's neck as if she wanted to hide herself completely.

Cheng Ying also closed her eyes, her hands gripping Yang Guo's clothes tightly.

The sound of venomous snakes hitting the air shield was deafening, and her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to burst into her throat, making it hard for her to breathe.

Yang Guo dragged the two people through the cave.

Sweat streamed down her forehead, and a hot drop of sweat landed right on Cheng Ying's cheek.

The hot, salty liquid slid down her cheeks and into her collar.

She suddenly shuddered, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

The protective aura was getting thinner and thinner, and it was about to give way.

Another snake rushed in from the right. Yang Guo raised his leg and kicked it away, his instep striking the snake's body, causing his joints to ache.

There are still seven or eight zhang ahead before we can break out of the cave...

He gritted his teeth and decided to go all out!

He poured the last of his true energy into his legs, and his speed suddenly increased dramatically, carrying the two of them as he plunged out of the cave!

The road ahead has widened.

The sour smell in the wind gradually faded, and a breath of fresh air blew in from the front.

We're almost at the exit!

But the Snake King is almost here too.

The sound of scales scraping against the stone slab could be heard from just a few dozen steps away, dense and rapid.

Once the thing emerged from the cave and the road widened, its speed doubled!

Yang Guo glanced behind him and saw two large yellow vertical pupils, each the size of a bowl, rapidly approaching from the darkness. The enormous snake head was less than three zhang away from them!

Yang Guo quickly calculated in his mind that there were still about twenty feet to the cave entrance.

Most of his true energy was used up in the cave, leaving only a tiny bit in his legs.

Is it enough? We have to take a gamble!

The snake king accelerated again!

It suddenly opened its blood-red maw, and the foul smell from its mouth rushed directly onto the backs of the three people.

Lu Wushuang felt the hot, foul-smelling air press against the back of her neck and screamed in fright.

Hold on tight!

Yang Guo shouted loudly, pushed off the ground with both legs, and leaped into the air with them in his arms!

The snake king's giant mouth slammed shut behind them, its teeth snapping shut on empty air, missing by less than a foot!

Yang Guo, along with two others, took advantage of the situation and hurriedly darted out of the half-person-high cave entrance.

It was already daylight outside.

The mist at the bottom of the valley dissipated, and the bright sunlight shone down, dazzlingly white.

Yang Guo landed with the two of them in his arms, and to dissipate the impact, he rolled twice on the moss-covered stone slab.

The three of them rolled around in a ball and eventually came to a stop at the edge of the pool.

Yang Guo was at the bottom, his back hitting the ground heavily.

The five claw marks slammed into the hard stone slab, causing him to faint from the pain. He hissed and almost passed out.

Lu Wushuang lay on his chest, while Cheng Ying pressed against his legs.

Cheng Ying's light green long gown was covered in mud and water, and the collar had been torn open in the tug-of-war, revealing the edge of her inner garment and a large expanse of fair skin.

Her undergarments were soaked with sweat and mud, clinging tightly to her body as if covered with a thin sheet of paper, outlining her beautiful shape perfectly.

She quickly got up, her face flushed, and started tugging at her clothes.

His legs were so weak he could barely stand, and he could only hold onto the rocks beside him, panting heavily.

Her legs were still trembling, partly from fear, and partly from the exhaustion of carrying Yang Guo's waist the whole way.

She dared not think about it any further; just thinking about it made her face feel so hot it felt like it was burning her.

Lu Wushuang remained lying on Yang Guo's body, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to the rapid, heavy thumping of his heart beneath her.

The strong heartbeat made her completely relax.

"Husband, we...we're out?" She looked up, her small face covered in mud.

Yang Guo did not answer, his eyes fixed on the cave entrance.

The snake king's enormous head slowly emerged from the cave entrance.

Those yellow vertical pupils stared coldly at the three people outside, while the red tongue stammered.

It glanced at the sky, then looked warily at the giant rock where the divine eagle had once lingered.

This beast was extremely clever; it knew that the outside was the strange bird's territory, and ultimately didn't dare to chase after it.

It hissed twice in resentment, then slowly shrank back into the darkness.

The sound of scales rubbing together grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.

Yang Guo finally breathed a long sigh of relief, collapsed to the ground, and didn't want to move a single finger.

My back was burning with pain; the tattered Taoist robe clung to my skin, and even the slightest tug caused excruciating pain.

He cursed inwardly, "Damn, I'm so lucky to be alive again."

"They're out."

He reached out and patted Lu Wushuang's bottom. "Get up, you're making it hard for me to breathe."

Lu Wushuang's face flushed red instantly, and she hurriedly scrambled off him.

When she stood up, her knees were still weak, and she swayed a couple of times before she could barely stand.

She subconsciously glanced down at her front, which was wrinkled and pressed into a ball, clearly showing the outline of her two high breasts.

She gasped and quickly crossed her arms over her chest, her ears turning red instantly to her neck.

Yang Guo grimaced as he sat up, moved his shoulders, and found that the wound on his back had completely reopened, and any movement felt like being cut with a knife.

He turned to look at Cheng Ying.

Cheng Ying was leaning against a rock, her head down as she straightened her disheveled clothes, not daring to look at him at all.

Just now in the passage, the two of them ran close together for so long, and his hand was supporting that part of her body the whole time...

The scorching heat not only suppressed the mark within her body, but also aroused in her an extremely shameful desire.

With each bounce, my body would involuntarily sink into his hand, each sink bringing a tingling sensation, and after the tingling subsided, I would hate myself for it.

After enduring such torment all the way back and forth, she now feels like she wants to disappear into a crack in the ground.

She secretly glanced at her two thighs, which were wrapped around Yang Guo's waist, and found that the fabric on her thighs was soaked with sweat and clung to her skin.

She was so frightened that she quickly pulled her skirt down to cover herself, but her fingers were trembling uncontrollably.