The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"but……"

"I love your impatient look."

Wang Yuyan, lying not far away, took in all of this.

When Wang Meng used the spear that had just ravaged her mouth to slap Li Canghai's face, she felt a morbid, twisted pleasure.

Chapter 52: Teasing the Little Beauty!

"What huge fireworks!"

As darkness fell, it sank little by little to the bottom of the lake.

That gentle last ray of twilight, belonging to dusk, was completely swallowed up by a more dazzling, destructive crimson that suddenly rose on the distant horizon.

Mantuo Villa remains tranquil.

The evening breeze caressed the camellias, bringing with it a cool, sweet fragrance.

But everyone's gaze had already passed over this exquisite sea of ​​flowers and was fixed firmly on the opposite bank of the lake.

That area originally belonged to the Murong clan of Gusu.

The location of the Canhe Manor, which symbolizes the glory of martial arts families.

At this moment, that place has transformed into a colossal, towering torch!

The firelight illuminated half the night sky as if it were daytime.

The raging, orange-red flames, like an ancient fire beast that had broken free of its chains, greedily licked the darkness, burning the century-old Jiangnan manor into a huge and ferocious black silhouette.

Even across the vast expanse of the lake, everyone seemed to be able to faintly hear the crackling sounds of wood being burned.

And, feel that scorching heat wave that slightly distorts the air.

"That...that's..."

The maids standing under the eaves all covered their mouths tightly with their hands, their usually bright eyes filled with tears.

At this moment, my heart was filled with shock and disbelief.

They stared at the hellish sea of ​​fire, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Li Qingluo, who was standing at the very front of everyone, remained motionless.

She stood there quietly, letting the cold lake wind blow against her well-maintained, gorgeous palace dress.

At this moment, her face was expressionless.

She just stared blankly at the firelight, her beautiful phoenix eyes unblinking.

It was as if they wanted to forever etch that scene of destruction into the depths of their souls.

Time seemed to stretch out endlessly at this moment.

Until a strange, suppressed gurgling sound, as if squeezed from the depths of a throat, broke the deathly silence.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Li Qingluo's body had begun to tremble slightly. Her well-maintained, nail-painted nails were digging deeply into her palms, but she seemed to feel no pain at all.

"Giggle...giggle..."

The eerie laughter grew louder and clearer.

"Haha...hahahaha..."

Finally, the emotions that had been suppressed to the extreme erupted!

Li Qingluo tilted her head back and let out a hysterical laugh filled with madness and extreme pleasure!

“Hahahahaha!

burn!

Well cooked!

"Well done!"

Her laughter was sharp and shrill, completely devoid of her usual poise and dignity.

Her beautiful face was contorted and flushed red with extreme excitement.

Two streams of hot tears, whether representing joy or sorrow, rolled wildly down from her fiery phoenix eyes!

"Murong Bo!"

You old thief!

And there's that old geezer, Murong Long!

She pointed at the sea of ​​fire, screaming and cursing with all her might, like a completely insane shrew!

"Did you see that!"

see it!

This is your Sanhe Village!

This is the foundation of your Murong family's century-old legacy!

Hahahaha!

It's all gone!

Everything was burned to the ground!

"I've been waiting for this day... I've been waiting for almost twenty years!"

I've waited almost twenty years!

Her body heaved violently from her wild laughter and screams.

The resentment, unwillingness, humiliation, and indignation that had been suppressed in her heart for decades.

At this moment, accompanied by the towering flames, it found the most thorough and unrestrained catharsis!

She laughed so hard she could barely breathe, and then collapsed against a nearby pillar.

He was breathing heavily and coughing violently!

But her eyes remained fixed on the fire.

The ecstasy and madness in his eyes terrified the maids around him, who dared not even breathe.

laughter!

Finally, things gradually calmed down.

Li Qingluo raised her hand and used her beautiful sleeve to wipe away the tears on her face haphazardly.

She turned around, her bloodshot eyes, filled with excitement, looking at the man beside her, who had been quietly watching everything from beginning to end, his face expressionless.

"Meng Guan, are they...are they all dead?"

Her voice, hoarse from her earlier screams, trembled with an urgent, bloodthirsty urgency: "That old thief... and those little bastards... were they all burned to death inside?"

Wang Meng did not answer immediately.

With just one hand, he gently yet firmly embraced Li Qingluo's waist, completely drawing her soft and voluptuous body into his arms.

Li Qingluo's body went limp instantly.

She could clearly feel, through several layers of thin clothing, how hard and hot Wang Meng's chest was, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

Her heart, which had been pounding wildly with the joy of revenge, now beat like a drum, stirred by a more primal and deadly throbbing.

Wang Meng lowered his head and leaned close to her ear. His warm, masculine breath gently sprayed onto her sensitive earlobe, causing her to involuntarily break out in goosebumps.

"lady!"

His voice, deep and magnetic, was like a velvet brush gently brushing against her heart: "Don't worry, your enemies have all turned to ashes."

Then, before Li Qingluo could react, his large hand, which was around her waist, slowly moved upwards with an undeniable domineering air.

Finally, it accurately covered her pert, snowy peak.

Even through the beautiful silk, he could clearly feel its amazing softness and elasticity.

And that bud, hardened as stone by tension and emotion.

"Well……"

A suppressed, animalistic whimper escaped from deep within Li Qingluo's throat.

She tried to push him away, but her body felt like it was filled with lead, and she couldn't muster any strength.

For nearly twenty years, his body has been frozen by resentment and poison.

At this moment, it seemed as if it had finally encountered a raging fire that could completely melt it.

Wang Meng's hands gently kneaded it.

His movements were skillful; every touch was perfectly timed, pressing on her most sensitive nerves.

Wang Meng could feel that the body in Li Qingluo's arms was softening and warming up at a visible speed.

Slowly raise that hand, by the firelight.

He noticed a faint trace of white liquid on his fingertips.

He brought his finger to her lips.

"Madam, please have a taste!"

His voice carried a seductive chuckle: "This is your own scent."

Li Qingluo's face flushed bright red, almost as if it were about to bleed.

She was filled with shame and indignation, and turned her head away, trying to avoid him.

But Wang Meng used his other hand to gently pinch her chin, turning her face back with a gentle yet firm motion.

He looked into her phoenix eyes, which were misty with shame and indignation, and slowly put the finger stained with her breast milk into his mouth and gently sucked on it.

"So sweet!"

Wang Meng commented that his eyes were filled with extreme admiration and possessiveness.