All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 112 She used all my lines!

Zhang Cheng temporarily gave up resisting. After a while, he seized the opportunity when Tong Lao was about to bite his mouth, cupped her head with both hands, and let the cold air from his mouth seep in with his palms, allowing Tong Lao to briefly regain her senses.

This time, however, she was clearly not in as good a condition as before, sitting astride Zhang Cheng, panting heavily.

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, her face was still flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She looked as if she had just been pulled out of the water. Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Zhang Cheng.

Taking advantage of Tong Lao's brief moment of clarity, Zhang Cheng quickly asked, "Sister Wu, how are you feeling now?"

"Could you hold on a little longer? I'll get you some laxatives to help flush out the medicine."

"It's too late," the Old Woman said with difficulty. "Although I didn't use Yang Ge Tian Jun just now, the poison has already spread throughout my body. I can't hold on until you go get the antidote."

Before Zhang Cheng could react, Tong Lao said again, "Sect Leader, I want you."

Zhang Cheng was taken aback. "These are my lyrics, aren't they?"

The old woman didn't care about any of that. She reached out and tapped his chest several times, then used her last bit of reason to bolt the door with her internal force from a distance. She then turned around and started to undress him.

Two hours later.

Zhang Cheng sat on the bed, speechless, watching Tong Lao meditating and practicing her skills while completely naked.

After circulating her Qi through her body once more, Tong Lao finished her practice and turned her head to look at Zhang Cheng.

"Sect Leader, I was wrong about what happened today." She no longer referred to herself as Grandma, and her voice was calm. "You can ask for anything you want, and I will try my best to make it up to you."

Zhang Cheng paused for a moment, then chuckled. He leaned back against the headboard with his hands behind his head and said casually, "Compensation for what?"

You're making it sound like I suffered some huge loss."

He looked the old woman up and down, his gaze open and honest, without any hint of lewdness.

After she grew up, the old woman had a graceful figure and skin as smooth as jade. Her eyes and brows possessed both the delicate beauty of a young girl and the composed demeanor of someone who had long held a high position. At this moment, her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her face even more radiant and beautiful.

"Sister Wu, in your current state, if you went out and said you were looking for a husband, the line would stretch from the east side of the city to the west side and still not be enough to fill it."

Zhang Cheng smiled. "To put it bluntly, no matter how you look at it, I'm the one who benefited from today's incident. Why are you trying to compensate me?"

Upon hearing this, Granny Tong nearly lost her composure. Her lips moved, but before she could speak, Zhang Cheng raised his hand to stop her.

"Don't rush to speak." He stopped laughing, his tone becoming serious. "I don't care, but it's you..."

He leaned forward and looked directly into the old woman's eyes: "Sister Wu, what are you thinking?"

Regarding what happened today—is there anything I can do for you? If there's anything I can do to compensate you, just let me know.

Granny Tong's face flushed and paled alternately under his intense gaze. After a long while, she turned her head away and said, "I've lived for over ninety years. What haven't I seen? This little thing is nothing. Why do you need to worry about it?"

She spoke with a strong voice, but her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible; it was clear she was just putting on a brave face.

Seeing her like this, Zhang Cheng knew what she meant and reached out to pull her into his arms.

The old woman stiffened and instinctively tried to break free. But Zhang Cheng's arms were tightly wrapped around her, and after struggling twice without success, she simply stopped moving, turning her face to the side, her ears burning red.

Zhang Cheng looked down at her and softened his voice: "Sister Wu, since you don't object to this, I will take responsibility. Give me some time, I'll talk to Wanqing and Ling'er."

Upon hearing his words, Granny Tong trembled again. After a long silence, she finally spoke in a low voice, "It's not necessary."

Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself: "It was a mistake from the start."

Hearing you say that makes me so happy. You and those two girls are so loving; what am I supposed to do, getting in the way?

She kept her head turned away as she spoke, refusing to look Zhang Cheng in the eye. Her tone was deliberately relaxed, but she couldn't hide the tremor in her voice at the end.

"Just consider this a mistake on my part." After saying that, Zhang Cheng let go of her hand, got up from the bed, and began to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor.

Grandma Tong sat on the bed, watching Zhang Cheng leave. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't make a sound.

She lowered her eyes, looking somewhat dejected.

As Zhang Cheng dressed, he spoke again, "By the way, Sister Wu."

Hearing Zhang Cheng call her name, Tong Lao looked up.

Zhang Cheng laughed and said, "You haven't grown any taller lately, have you? I'll go out and buy us some clothes."

This is all torn to shreds now. It's fine for me, but you can't just make do with this."

Tong Lao was taken aback by what she heard, and her gaze fell on Zhang Cheng's face, as if trying to discern whether he was sincere or just saying it casually.

Seeing that his expression was calm and genuine, the slight sadness in Tong Lao's eyes quietly disappeared.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, but she suppressed the smile, unwilling to let it be too obvious.

"At least you still have some conscience. My size hasn't changed recently, so hurry back."

Zhang Cheng responded, put on his clothes, and went out.

Grandma Tong sat on the bed, listening to the footsteps gradually fade away. She raised her hand to tidy her disheveled hair, and the corners of her mouth curved up in a smile that she could no longer suppress.

Zhang Cheng's martial arts skills were such that he could move freely even within the imperial palace, let alone in this small Guancheng.

He went out for a stroll, only ever seeing the shop assistant at the tailor shop. He picked out a black outfit for himself and a red dress similar in style for Granny Tong, then returned.

The two lingered in the room for a while longer before Zhang Cheng got up to check on the two little ones.

Just as she was about to leave, the old woman suddenly spoke up: "Tomorrow I won't need you to come and help me heal with your blood."

Zhang Cheng paused, "Why? Your skills have only recovered to a little over 70%!"

He thought for a moment, then added, "Um, don't worry, I won't eat anything indiscriminately tonight."

The old woman blushed and glared at him, annoyed. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

She paused, her voice lowering slightly, "I—I'm because—because of that—'one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood,' have you heard of that?"

Zhang Cheng: ?

Seeing that he didn't reply, the old woman's face turned even redder, but she still forced herself to continue, "I will use my internal energy to dissolve the things you left in my body. Our affair—we should keep it to ourselves, there's no need to make it public knowledge."

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By the end, her voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's hum, and her gaze drifted to the side, avoiding Zhang Cheng's eyes.

Zhang Cheng walked to Tong Lao's side, reached out and rubbed her head, his tone both helpless and a little heartache: "What are you thinking about all day long? Our affairs should be handled as they are, there's no need to hide anything, and you don't need to be here pondering these nonsense things."

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