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

Beside the pool.

The sun was high in the sky.

Yang Guo lay sprawled on the bluestone slab, panting heavily.

The five claw marks on my back pressed against the cold stone slab, sending waves of pain piercing my bones.

His mind was in turmoil. The two sword intents in the sword tomb were still fighting in his meridians, making his internal organs feel somewhat unwell.

But none of these are the most important things right now.

The important thing is to stand three steps away.

Cheng Ying now even feels like dying.

The light green outer garment was torn in seven or eight places in the underpass.

The worst part was that both the inner and outer layers of fabric were completely soaked by groundwater and sweat.

Just now, escaping was the priority, and I didn't care about anything else.

Now that you've stopped, the sun shines on you, and your soaked clothes cling to your skin.

Her two breasts were tightly bound, making her petite figure impossible to hide.

Cheng Ying blushed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to block Yang Guo's view.

But my thighs were wet too.

Just now in the passage, she had her legs tightly wrapped around Yang Guo's waist the whole way, and the fabric on her thighs was already soaked with sweat.

Now, with the wind blowing, it's chilly, and the fabric is all stuck to the gaps between my legs.

She knew perfectly well that the man's gaze was sweeping over her.

That gaze wasn't a proper appraiser, but rather a scrutinizing look that disassembled the body from head to toe.

She had never been seen like this before in all her years on Peach Blossom Island.

But she dared not move, her legs as weak as noodles.

My thigh muscles are still trembling from being held by Yang Guo's waist the whole way.

Yang Guo rested his head on his arm and turned his head to look at her.

To be honest, Cheng Ying really does look beautiful.

Her soaked clothes revealed every curve of her body perfectly, even more so than when she served her a bath at the inn that day.

He was secretly pleased, and naturally he wouldn't let it slip out.

Why are you hugging me so tightly?

Yang Guo grinned.

"In the black hole, you were practically clinging to me, your chest rubbing against my back hundreds of times, your thighs squeezing my waist until it was almost red. Why didn't you move away then?"

Cheng Ying was so angry that she trembled all over, and her eyes were red.

He was telling the truth.

In that dark passage, she pressed her entire body against him, her legs clamped tightly together, as if afraid of falling and being caught by a snake.

But that was escaping for one's life!

Can running for one's life be the same as spouting such vulgarities?

"You lecherous scoundrel, your mouth is full of foul language!"

"I used foul language?"

Yang Guo snorted.

"If I hadn't carried you all the way out, you would have been chewed to pieces by that big worm by now."

"Besides, why didn't that mark inside you activate just now? Wasn't it because I suppressed it for you with my internal energy?"

When the mark was mentioned, Cheng Ying bit her lower lip, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

She knew very well that the pure yang heat emanating from her palms had made her body weak all the way.

With each bounce, his palm, through the thin fabric, sent heat into her body.

That tingling sensation suddenly surged up from my tailbone and rushed straight to my head.

Her body was unruly; the softer she became, the more she wanted to sink into his palm, and the softer she became once she sank in.

This reaction made her want to dig a hole and bury herself.

Lu Wushuang was wringing out her soaked sleeves beside her.

She glanced at Cheng Ying, who looked like she was about to cry, and then at the mischievous smile on Yang Guo's lips; she knew exactly what was going on.

My husband is manipulating my cousin again.

But now is not the time to be fussing over this. If that giant snake were to come out again, even several lives wouldn't be enough to pay for it.

"Husband, please say less."

Lu Wushuang's clothes were also disheveled, with a patch of white skin exposed on her chest.

"We can't stay here any longer; we need to leave quickly."

She looked down and tugged at her collar, but it didn't cover anything she should have, and she felt a little embarrassed.

Yang Guo propped himself up and sat up, the five bloody cuts on his back causing him to gasp in pain.

He turned his head and glanced at the stone cave that was about half a person's height.

The cave entrance was quiet; the dark golden serpent king had long since vanished.

Yang Guo's reckless spirit resurfaced.

He picked up a fist-sized pebble from the edge of the pool, weighed it in his hand, and then stood up straight.

I was chased like a grandson by that big snake in the cave, and I lost face in front of the two girls. I have to make up for it.

"Where are you going?"

"That beast is thicker than a water vat, and it's stuck in this door frame that's half a person's height. It definitely can't get out."

He walked to a spot five steps from the cave entrance and smashed the stone in his hand into it.

The stones echoed hollowly in the dark passage.

"A cowardly turtle!"

Yang Guo shouted curses at the top of his lungs.

"What's the use of having such a big head? Why don't you squeeze it out and bite grandpa then!"

"I dare to withstand even the sword intent of Dugu head-on, why would I be afraid of a stinking old man like you?"

After venting my anger, I finally felt a little better.

In his past life, he had never lost an online keyboard warrior battle.

To curse at a snake today is practically a game-changer.

Startled, Lu Wushuang dropped the strip of cloth in her hand and ran over to grab Yang Guo's arm desperately.

Having been with this person for so long, she knew his character all too well.

He gets carried away when he's successful, and his mouth talks faster than his brain.

"Husband, are you crazy! Stop shouting!"

Cheng Ying stood there, looking at Yang Guo as if he were a fool.

She grew up on Peach Blossom Island. Her master, Huang Yaoshi, was a figure of great stature, and all his disciples were cautious in their words and actions.

This Yang Guo is quite something.

Having just escaped death, they turned around and started throwing stones and cursing at the very thing that had almost taken their lives.

"If you want to die, don't drag us down with you."

Yang Guo dusted off his hands and said nonchalantly.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm sure it won't come out."

"I suffered so much frustration inside, can't I even vent my anger by swearing a little?"

The words hadn't even landed.

A deep, muffled roar suddenly came from deep within the cave entrance!

Immediately afterwards, the bluestone slabs on the ground began to shake violently.

The surface of the pool was rippled with the impact.

That wasn't the sound of a snake crawling.

That was the loud sound of rock strata fracturing!

Yang Guo's expression changed instantly.

Only one thought remained in my mind:

No way?

In my line of sight, the edges of the half-person-high hole began to crack.

A dark red bone spur pierced straight up through the hard stone wall!

Gravel came crashing down on them.

The enormous, dark golden snake head burst open the entire cave entrance!

The snake king, as thick as a water bucket, squeezed out of the underground passage, its body mostly upright, its two yellow eyes fixed on Yang Guo.

A scarlet tongue emerged, and a sour, rotten smell wafted out.