In the Demon Suppression Division: Crimson Words Nurture the Blade, Slaying Demons to Prove the Dao

Wei Xuanfeng stood on the dusty long street of Liangzhou City, with the wind carrying fine sand blowing in from the northwest.

He squinted, but his mind was racing. Names and faces flashed through his mind one after another, only to be quickly suppressed. He immediately ruled out Huang Chanchan.

The reason is simple, no matter how you measure it...

She is nowhere near being able to be compared to Hu Murong and his sister Qin Laidi.

Moreover, he and Huang Chanchan were complete strangers.

Wei Xuanfeng even tugged at his collar in frustration. The night wind blew into his clothes, sticking to his sweaty skin, and felt cool, which made him a little more awake.

He repeatedly pondered the words "complete strangers," but his heart remained completely unmoved.

I'm not so saintly as to trade my woman's life for hers.

But the real dilemma lies between Hu Murong and her sister Qin Laidi.

In his heart, Hu Murong was already his woman.

These fragmented images all came rushing back at once.

But if we stand by and watch her sister die, the consequences could be dire...

Wei Xuanfeng hadn't experienced this near-collapse feeling in a long time.

He stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by the gradually quieting Liangzhou city after nightfall. In the distance, he could faintly hear the sound of the night watchman's clapper, once, twice, deep and long.

He knew better than anyone that no matter who he chose today, the rest of his life would be filled with regret.

He had to admit that the scheme Gongsun Su had laid out before his death was indeed vicious, and had already plunged him into deep torment.

"If only the boss were here at a time like this."

A thought flashed through Wei Xuanfeng's mind, but it only made him more agitated.

He took a deep breath; the air in Liangzhou at night was dry and cold. He knew that if he hesitated any longer, he might not be able to save any of the three people.

Time was ticking away, second by second.

"It's time to make a decision..."

Just as I was about to rush in that direction with all my might, a sudden flash of inspiration seemed to enter my mind...

Wei Xuanfeng suddenly stopped in his tracks, his boot heels making a crisp sound as they hit the bluestone slabs.

"wrong."

"Gongsun Su is unaware of my relationship with Qin Laidi, nor does he know that I know Huang Chanchan. In his eyes, there's a 99% chance I'll go to save Hu Murong. Why would he kindly allow us to reunite?"

The moment this thought popped into my head, it was like someone pulling the first thread out of a tangled mess.

"How could that old fox, who racked his brains so hard before he died, not have foreseen this?"

My thoughts suddenly became clear.

"Therefore, if I go to find Hu Murong according to the directions he gave me, I will definitely find nothing!"

However, Wei Xuanfeng did not doubt whether those hiding places actually existed.

Gongsun Su was a meticulous man who never made unnecessary arrangements, and the information he provided was almost always true.

Because he knew the answer but chose the wrong one, his pain and regret were all the more profound.

Wei Xuanfeng could almost picture the sinister smile on Gongsun Su's lips as he lay dying...

The humiliation of being completely outmaneuvered was more unbearable than being killed outright.

"Wait...do you want to make me suffer even more?"

Wei Xuanfeng's mind raced, and his breath hitched slightly.

"How can the pain of saving one and giving up two compare to watching helplessly as not a single one can be saved? If I were him, I would definitely hide all three women in the same place. If I made the wrong choice, there would be a two-thirds chance that we would all perish."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the night.

The night sky over Liangzhou City was not clear; the clouds were low, blocking out most of the moonlight, leaving only a few wisps of cool, silvery light to pierce through the gaps in the clouds and illuminate the undulating rooftops in the distance.

"I will definitely not place it in the City God Temple in the north of the city, because in Gongsun Su's plan, I will most likely go straight there to save Hu Murong."

He almost rushed towards the north of the city just now, and thinking about it now, a thin layer of sweat seeped out on his back.

"I won't hide on the other side of the bridge. After all, Gongsun Su still has to be wary of me not playing by the rules, and Qin Laidi has a special identity, so I might still choose to save her."

As he pondered, he gently tapped the scabbard with his fingers, producing a rhythmic tapping sound—an unconscious habit he had when thinking.

"Huang Chanchan is the most insignificant and the easiest to overlook. Therefore, it is highly likely that all three of them are hidden with her."

Looking back on the moment I made the decision, I realized that I subconsciously ruled out Huang Chanchan.

This made Wei Xuanfeng even more certain.

He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, whether as a mockery of Gongsun Su or of himself, it was unclear.

With a swift movement, he sped off towards Zhao Kangqiao.

With the thought of saving lives firmly in his mind, Wei Xuanfeng held nothing back this time.

As he swept through the streets, the air currents he created stirred up fallen leaves on the ground. The leaves swirled in the air a few times before slowly falling back to the ground, while he himself had already appeared more than ten feet away.

If someone were watching from the sidelines, they would probably think that every step he took was like shrinking the distance between two points, and their eyes could not keep up with the speed of his movement.

The night wind howled in my ears, and the houses on both sides rushed past, blurring into a dark, blurry afterimage.

His toes lightly touched the roof tiles, and he floated forward another seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters). The tiles didn't even have time to make a sound before he was gone.

He finally arrived in the Zhao Kangqiao area before the deadline.

Although Zhao Kang Bridge is not very high, it is the collective name for several bridges that span a not-so-wide river.

The river water gleamed with a dark luster in the night, and occasionally a fish would leap out of the water, creating a small ripple that was quickly smoothed out by the flowing water.

Precisely locating the location in the surrounding area is not easy, but since it was nighttime, the bridge was empty, with no pedestrians returning home late, and the surroundings were quiet, which saved a lot of trouble in finding it.

Wei Xuanfeng stood atop a tree canopy, the branches beneath his feet swaying slightly with his weight, like a small boat moored in the wind and waves.

He held onto the tree trunk with one hand, his eyes scanning the area below with lightning speed.

A faint light shone in the distance, standing out starkly against the dark night.

The firelight flickered, swaying from side to side in the night wind, making it look like a bonfire.

Wei Xuanfeng was overjoyed. He soared into the air from the treetop like a roc spreading its wings, his clothes fluttering in the night wind, and rushed towards that place.

The fire grew closer, and the smell of burning firewood began to waft through the air, carrying a pleasant fragrance of pine resin.

……

Beside a campfire, Qin Laidi was sitting with her knees drawn up, lost in thought.

The fire wasn't big; it was made of several thick pine logs stacked together, with flames licking the surface of the wood and making a crackling sound.

Her hair was a little disheveled, with a few stray strands clinging to her temples and swaying gently in the wind.

Looking at the figures of those people not far away, her eyes were filled with exhaustion and worry.

The dark bluish-black color appeared particularly distinct in the firelight, as if the person hadn't slept for several days.

Because she was pregnant, she was already prone to fatigue, but she forced herself to stay awake and dared not close her eyes.

She knew she absolutely could not fall asleep, because once she did, she might never wake up again.

This thought, like a taut string, kept buzzing in her mind, making her suddenly open her eyes even when she was most sleepy.

She secretly wondered, "Will my older sister be able to find me?"

Qin Laidi couldn't stop the image of Hu Murong from appearing in her mind.

The way her older sister smiled, the way she pinched her ear with a fierce look, the way she secretly slipped her snacks with a mysterious air.

These images flashed through her mind, making her nose tingle slightly, but she quickly sniffed to force the moisture back.

"My older sister has always been clever since she was little, she should be able to... find me, right?"

She tried to encourage herself, but she still lacked confidence, and the "ba" at the end of her sentence revealed her uncertainty.

Just then, two men not far away stood up. A few scattered stones were piled up by the campfire. One of them kicked aside the stones blocking his way and walked towards her, saying, "We haven't heard from the boss for so long. Looks like we have to proceed with the plan."

"But this woman is so beautiful, isn't it a waste to just kill her?" another person chimed in. His gaze swept over Qin Laidi, his eyes like a slippery tongue, sending shivers down her spine.

"What, what else do you want to do? Hahaha."

"To be honest, I really want to, but I dare not disobey what the boss has repeatedly told me." The person speaking rubbed his hands together, his tone filled with obvious regret, as if lamenting a delicious dish placed in front of him but unable to be touched.

"If you don't tell, and I don't tell, who will know?"

When Qin Laidi heard their conversation, she was so angry that she trembled all over.

She could feel a surge of heat rising from her chest, and even the base of her ears felt hot.

With her intelligence, how could she not understand what dirty tricks they were up to?

Originally, I planned to try and negotiate with them to see if I could save my life, but given the current situation, rather than have my innocence tarnished, I might as well fight them to the death.

She secretly touched the hairpin in her sleeve; its tip was cold and sharp, given to her by her older sister before she left.

But when she looked down and saw her slightly protruding belly, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She pulled her hand back from the hairpin, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"My child, for your sake, I will fight them to the very end, even if it means paying any price."

Qin Laidi silently said to herself, reaching out to gently press her lower abdomen. Through her clothes, she could almost feel the presence of the little life inside.

The two men drew closer and closer, swallowing hard, their Adam's apples bobbing, their eyes gleaming with a greenish light, like starving wild dogs eyeing a bone.

"Miss Qin, don't be afraid, we brothers will take good care of you."

The one who spoke was the tall man, whose voice was rough like sandpaper scraping against sheet metal, with a rising tone at the end, carrying a frivolous connotation.

Qin Laidi suppressed her nausea, her stomach churned, and she almost vomited.

She forced a smile, her cheek muscles stiffening for a moment before finally relaxing: "So, how do you plan to pamper me?"

She was originally a weak woman who couldn't even kill a chicken, but fortunately, Hu Murong had taught her a few self-defense moves in her early years.

She remembered all of these moves... wrist twist, eye gouge, knee strike, groin kick...

Her older sister taught her step by step many times, forcing her to practice repeatedly until it became muscle memory.

The eldest sister said that women are weak and will inevitably lose in a head-on fight, so every move must be aimed at the opponent's most vulnerable spot, and once a blow is landed, the opponent should not be given a chance to breathe.

She just didn't know whether these moves would be effective against these two martial artists.

She clenched her fists nervously, her nails digging into her palms, causing a sharp pain.

Seeing that she did not seem to resist, the two were overjoyed and sat down on either side of her, moving so quickly as if they were afraid she would change her mind.

The tall man reached out and touched her ample body first. His fingers were short and thick, with black dirt stuck in his fingernails. He smelled of sweat and the sour stench of cheap liquor, which made Qin Laidi almost hold her breath.

"Of course, it's the kind of love a man has for a woman."

"Ugh~" A cold glint flashed in Qin Laidi's eyes, the chill like a blade turning over in the dark, disappearing in an instant.

She scolded him playfully, then subtly dodged to the side. The movement wasn't big, but it was just right, causing the two men's Lu Shan-like claws to miss their target.

She shifted half an inch to the side, subtly bracing herself with her hand on the ground beside her to regain her balance.

Although she was thin, it wasn't too difficult for her to dodge unexpectedly.

But she knew very well that she was able to dodge because the other party was caught off guard and treated her as easy prey.

But if these two were determined to harm her, she would be helpless. She was well aware of this, so she dared not reveal the slightest weakness.

"The two strong men looked incredibly vigorous and powerful."

When Qin Laidi said this, her cheeks flushed, the blush spreading from her cheekbones to her ears. It wasn't entirely fake; she genuinely cursed herself inwardly, her face burning as if it were on fire.

"She's pregnant right now, and I'm afraid... afraid she can't withstand both of you doing it at the same time. How about you two strong men discuss who goes first and then... take turns?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes drooping down to cover her eyes, revealing only a section of her slender, white neck, which glowed with a warm luster in the firelight.

Qin Laidi had a charming demeanor and a sweet, cloying voice with a slight upward inflection at the end, like a feather gently brushing against the ear.

The two men listened intently, their eyes wide with astonishment…

His pupils dilated slightly, and even his blinking slowed down. His mouth was unconsciously half-open, revealing his uneven, yellow teeth.

Of course, it's not just the eyes that are straight.

Gur...

The two swallowed hard, their Adam's apples bobbing dramatically, the sound particularly clear in the quiet night, making Qin Laidi feel even more nauseous.

She felt acid rising in her stomach and a bitter taste on her tongue, but she swallowed it back without flinching.

Her face still wore that coy, hesitant expression, the curve of her lips perfectly shaped, as if she were wearing a meticulously crafted mask.

"I'll go first!" One of the taller guys shoved his companion aside, placed his palm on his chest, and pushed him hard, causing him to stumble several steps.

"Why should you go first?" The shorter man immediately objected, and after regaining his footing, he stubbornly retorted, the veins on his neck throbbing slightly.

"Just because I'm more senior than you, is that enough?" The tall man glared at him fiercely, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, his nostrils flaring, and his breath coming out heavy and hot.

"What's so great about being a senior? You've been in this business for so many years longer than me, and you're still not at the same level as me. Doesn't that just prove how incompetent you are?" The short man's face was full of sarcasm, his mouth was crooked to one side, and his tone was full of the meanness of a petty person who had achieved success.

"You're asking for it!" The tall man roared in anger, drawing his knife from his waist.

The sound of the blade being drawn was crisp and piercing, leaving a silvery arc in the night. The firelight flickered on the blade, reflecting off the tall man's face and making his expression even more ferocious.

"Who's afraid of who!" The short man didn't back down either, and drew his knife as well. The two knives faced each other by the campfire, each blade reflecting a flickering flame.

Qin Laidi watched this scene with a smile, her eyes curving into two crescent moons, even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes exuding a touch of charm.

But inwardly, he was filled with sneer.

Go ahead and fight! You've been tricked by a mere trick of killing three warriors with two peaches. You deserve to be the lowest-ranking lackeys for the rest of your lives.

But she probably harbored some ominous suspicion in her heart...

When she was little, her older sister told her that things are most likely to go wrong when you're secretly feeling smug, because God doesn't like people who are too smug...

As if they had read her mind, the two of them suddenly stopped what they were doing.

The tall man's knife-wielding hand froze in mid-air, and the short man's angry expression also froze for a moment.

The two exchanged a glance, and something seemed to light up where their eyes met.

The shorter man chuckled first, "I almost fell for your trick. A decent woman wouldn't be such a promiscuous slut."

He squinted as he spoke, a scrutinizing light gleaming in his eyes, as he looked Qin Laidi up and down, as if he were re-evaluating a piece of merchandise.

Qin Laidi's expression changed slightly, the change was extremely subtle, her eyes twitched slightly, and the curve of her lips froze for less than half a breath.

She quickly lowered her eyelashes, completely concealing her panic, and when she looked up again, her expression was one of grievance and helplessness.

"In the past, of course, that wouldn't have been the case. But now..."

She lowered her head, gently stroking her slightly protruding belly, her palms slowly drawing circles on the fabric, her movements as light as if she were caressing a fragile piece of porcelain. A soft, maternal glow radiated from her face, a glow that seemed to emanate from the depths of her eyes.

Qin Laidi's voice became even softer and gentler, as if she were telling a secret that belonged only to herself: "But now that I'm pregnant, I'm willing to do anything and make any sacrifice as long as I can protect the child."

Her tone was so sincere.

Not to mention those two men, even Qin Laidi herself was starting to believe it.

Later, a thought even genuinely crossed her mind...

What if it really comes to that...

She knew she had to protect her child. This thought was like a hot iron, leaving a mark on her heart.

"So that's how it is."

The two people opposite nodded, believing him to some extent. They exchanged glances, and the hostility in their eyes lessened considerably, but they were not completely off guard.

The tall man sheathed his knife, the hilt striking the scabbard with a dull thud.

The two huddled together, whispering to each other, their heads touching, their shadows overlapping in a blurry mass on the ground.

"We don't need to fight to the death over a woman. Anyway, she's a married woman, and there's no question of whether she's lost her virginity or not, so it doesn't matter much who comes first..."

After discussing it, the two decided to decide who went first by playing rock-paper-scissors.

The tall guy threw a fist, the short guy threw scissors, and the tall guy won.

The short man flicked his sleeves, retreated to the side with a look of annoyance, and muttered something under his breath, but his voice was too low to be heard clearly.

"My lady, I'm here~"

The tall man rubbed his hands together as he approached Qin Laidi, making a soft, rustling sound as he did so, his mouth practically watering.

His lips moved slightly, and his tongue occasionally darted out to lick the chapped corners of his mouth.

Qin Laidi bit her lip lightly, her lower lip turning slightly white before becoming red and swollen with blood, revealing a shy expression.

She turned her head slightly, leaving only half her face facing the tall man, her eyelashes casting a row of fine shadows in the firelight.

"Could you be a little gentler later? I'm afraid of hurting the baby in my belly."

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she were genuinely afraid, yet also as if she were being coquettish; she struck the perfect balance.

"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."

The tall man readily agreed, but his body felt so swollen it was about to explode.

He thought to himself, "I don't care about all that, I'll just give you three hundred good whacks first."

This thought made his eyes even redder, and the whites of his eyes were covered with fine blood vessels, like a red spider web.

Qin Laidi concealed the coldness in her eyes, the sharp, icy light deep within her pupils completely hidden by her thick eyelashes.

She deliberately glanced behind him, tilted her chin slightly, revealing the soft lines of her neck: "Could you ask him to walk a little further away? I'm... a little embarrassed." She lowered her voice when she said "embarrassed," as if she were sharing a secret, shameful thought.

The tall man chuckled and said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? He's going to come and have his way with you later anyway, so what's there to be afraid of him seeing you?"

Qin Laidi wanted nothing more than to tear the other person apart, to shove that face so close to hers into the bonfire and watch his skin blister, char, and peel off.

But she still wore that shy smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners, like a neighbor's young wife whispering to her husband: "After all, I've upheld the virtues of womanhood for so many years, and been a respectable wife for so long, so... so there has to be a gradual adjustment process, right?"

As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her dress, crumpling the fabric until it was all wrinkled, making her look just like a nervous bride.

"Okay, okay, as long as you let me do it, you can say you're my great-aunt."

The tall guy quickly called out to his companion, waving his arm as if shooing away flies, "You go away first, what's the rush? You'll have your fun later."

He spoke in a flippant tone, with the arrogance of a petty person who has just gotten his way.

Seeing the bloodshot look in his eyes, the shorter man knew that if he lingered any longer, they might really start fighting.

Helpless, he could only walk away, cursing and swearing, his boots making an unpleasant clattering sound on the ground. After walking about twenty or thirty steps, he leaned against a crooked tree, took out his water bag, and took a swig.

"Miss Qin, I will let you taste the pleasure that your husband has never been able to give you."

The tall man chuckled as he frantically unbuckled his belt.

The belt was tied in a tight knot. He tried to untie it twice but couldn't. He was so anxious that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, trickled down his nose, hung on the tip of his nose for a moment, and then dripped to the ground with a pat.

Qin Laidi's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, the wrinkles between her brows flashing by before quickly smoothing out.

She said sweetly, "I'm actually looking forward to it. These past few years, my husband has been busy with official duties all day long, and he's so tired when he gets home that he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, leaving me often alone in bed..."

As Qin Laidi spoke, she secretly apologized in her heart: I'm sorry, husband, but in this emergency, I had no choice but to temporarily damage your reputation.

She felt a slight burning sensation at the base of her ears, but fortunately, the firelight was red, so others couldn't see it.

"Hey, don't worry, now that you have me, I guarantee you'll be a bride every night."

The tall man finally untied the knot in his belt, his trousers hanging loosely on his hips, revealing his dusty underpants. As he pulled down his trousers, he leaned closer, his hips slamming against a nearby rock with the sudden movement, causing him to wince in pain, but the pain was quickly overwhelmed by his lustful desire.

A strange glint appeared in Qin Laidi's eyes, a glint like a shimmering light on the surface of a lake under the moonlight, fleeting yet elusive.

She slightly raised her head, making sure her eyes met the tall man's gaze; her pupils appeared exceptionally deep in the firelight.

"So, do you only want to sleep with someone for one night, or do you want to sleep with them every day?" Her voice became slower and softer.

The tall man was stunned for a moment, only to find that the young woman's eyes were particularly captivating at that moment.

He answered instinctively, "Of course I want to sleep every day."

"So, do you want to have someone all to yourself, or are you willing to share them with others?"

"Of course, it's for one person alone."

"I'm also tired of the monotonous life I lead with my husband. Why don't you take me away on an elopement? Then..."

Qin Laidi's cheeks flushed red, the red spreading from her cheekbones all the way down to her ears and neck.

She turned her head slightly, glanced at him quickly from under her eyelashes, and then looked down again, perfectly portraying the image of a shy young woman.

"How about we let her be a bride every night then?"

"Okay, okay~" The tall man's eyes were now somewhat cloudy and glazed over.

"But now there's someone who doesn't want us to elope and wants to ruin our good life together."

Qin Laidi suddenly adopted an extremely aggrieved tone, her lips slightly pouting, her eyebrows drooping, and even a hint of tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Anyone who saw her would feel that she had suffered a tremendous injustice.

"Who is it? I'll tear him apart!" The tall man immediately flew into a rage.

"It's your companion, isn't it? How could he allow you to elope with me?" Her voice carried a hint of provocation, drifting lightly into the tall man's ears. "And besides, he still wants to sleep with your woman~"

To make the effect even more pronounced, she even described herself as if she were already the other party's possession.

As she said those words, a strong feeling of nausea welled up inside her, but she forced it down without even flinching.

The effect was immediate. The tall man, with red eyes, suddenly stood up, his large movement creating a gust of wind that sent the campfire soaring higher.

He drew his knife and charged toward the short man not far away, his steps heavy and hurried, each step leaving a shallow dent in the ground.

"You're done so quickly? Are you even capable?"

The short man, unaware of the impending doom, was leaning against the crooked tree, playing with the water pouch in his hand and making jokes.

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked up abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply. "Holy crap, are you crazy?"

Watching the two people in the distance playing ping-pong, the glint of swords mingled with the night, the crisp sound of clashing weapons echoed incessantly, occasionally interspersed with heavy breathing and muffled groans of pain.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and warm, crimson liquid splashed onto the nearby tree trunk, flowing down along the bark's veins.

Qin Laidi suddenly felt as if all her strength had been drained, and her body went limp.

She barely managed to stay upright by bracing herself against the ground with her hands. The wounds on her palms ached from the rough gravel, but she couldn't care less about that now.

Of course, the tall man couldn't be bewitched by her sweet words alone. What truly worked was the seductive art that Hu Murong had taught her.

This skill isn't particularly advanced, but it's rare to see in the martial arts world.

When her older sister taught her, she said that this method might be useful against low-level martial artists with weak willpower, but against experts it would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

The older sister also said that you should not use it unless absolutely necessary, because using it once will exhaust most of your energy, and you will need to rest for at least three to five days afterward to recover.

If these martial artists frequent brothels and are accustomed to the ways of the pleasure quarters, such crude seduction and bewitching techniques may not be effective.

Qin Laidi used words to tease him step by step, constantly pushing his desires upward, like adding oil to a furnace, making the fire burn brighter and brighter, until the dam of his reason could no longer hold it back.

Taking advantage of the moment when he completely lowered his guard, and exploiting the tall man's inherent selfishness, she successfully deceived him.

Even so, it almost exhausted all her energy.

Even now, Qin Laidi still feels a lingering fear when she thinks back on it. Her back is soaked with cold sweat, which clings to her skin, making it feel wet and cold.

She touched the back of her neck and felt a cold, sweaty hand.

Thinking back to the things I deliberately said to seduce him, like "being a bride every night" and "being alone in an empty bed"...

As those words came out of her mouth, she felt as if her skin was being peeled off layer by layer...

Before long, the outcome was decided on the other side.

The sounds of fighting in the distance gradually subsided, becoming less intense and eventually fading into silence, leaving only the crackling of the campfire and the gurgling of the river in the distance.

The two were originally evenly matched in martial arts, but the taller one launched a sneak attack first, severely injuring his opponent right from the start...

The knife slashed diagonally down the short man's left ribs, creating a gruesome wound that stretched from his armpit to his waist.

Not long after, his shorter companion died by his knife, his body limp and lying on the ground.

After killing his companion, the tall man chuckled and walked towards Qin Laidi, carrying a blood-dripping knife.

The tip of the knife left a crooked, dark red trail in the mud.

"Miss Qin, I will take you to the pinnacle of bliss right now."

His voice was still shaky and his eyes were still unfocused when he spoke, clearly indicating that he had not yet completely broken free from the influence of the seductive arts.

Qin Laidi's expression changed; all the color drained from her face, and even her lips turned pale.

According to her calculations, the two were evenly matched in martial arts, and if they really fought, they would most likely perish together. She never expected that the outcome would be decided so quickly.

She miscalculated, and at this moment she no longer had the strength to calculate it again.

As the other party approached step by step, Qin Laidi's heart sank to the bottom.

Could it be that I am ultimately destined to suffer that tragic fate?

Qin Laidi gritted her teeth, turned her head, and quickly scanned the ground around her before finally landing on a branch about the thickness of a wrist.

She grabbed the branch from the side, her hands gripping the rough bark.

Although she didn't know martial arts, she still had enough strength to swing a stick...

Or rather, she thought she still had some.

As the tall man drew closer, Qin Laidi suddenly struck, the branch whistling through the air as it hit the man's knee. Though the force was insufficient, it struck the joint precisely.

The man instantly lost his balance and fell to the ground, his entire body slamming straight down like a felled log, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Qin Laidi didn't dare stop for a moment; she used a branch to poke several vital spots on his body...

Eyes, throat, heart...

But her arms were sore and weak, and she could no longer feel any force when the branch poked the other person.

Just then, the man suddenly swung his hand and slapped the branch away from her hand with a gust of wind.

The branch tumbled twice in mid-air before landing a few steps away on the ground, splashing up a few grains of sand and gravel.

Qin Laidi's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly took a few steps back, but her heel tripped on a protruding rock, and she almost fell.

She staggered to her feet, her chest heaving. Only now did she fully understand that she couldn't even muster the strength of a child, so how could she possibly kill him with a tree branch…

This realization was like a bucket of ice water poured over her head, chilling her to the bone.

The tall man was furious. He got up from the ground, not even bothering to brush the dust off his knees.

"You bitch, you've been lying to me all along."

His voice was hoarse with anger, the blood vessels in his eyes were even more prominent, and his face was so distorted that he was almost unrecognizable.

He took a step forward, grabbed Qin Laidi's shoulder, and dug his five fingers into her shoulder flesh like iron hooks.

With a sharp tearing sound, the tearing of cloth was particularly jarring in the quiet night...

He ripped off half of her sleeve, revealing a perfectly rounded shoulder. The skin on her shoulder glowed with a warm ivory color in the firelight, forming a stark contrast with the rough night around her.

Looking at the expanse of snow-white arm before him, the tall man's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he was instantly overcome with primal instincts.

"You want to be a bride every night? I'll fuck you seven or eight times today."

His voice was rough and hoarse.

Qin Laidi struggled desperately, her fingernails scratching several bloody marks on the man's arm, the deep red marks extending from his wrist to his elbow.

But at this moment, she was no match for the other party's strength, and her struggles only aroused the other party's even stronger violent desire.

Two streams of clear tears welled up in her eyes, slid down her cheeks, met at her chin, and then dripped onto the bare skin of her shoulder, leaving a cool, wet spot.

She was practically screaming inside her...

If my sister were here, how could such a despicable person dare to bully me...

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