Time flew by and it was lunchtime.
At this moment, on the training ground of the Xiaolong Society, a cold and handsome man dressed in black was wielding a sword, leaping and bounding, his movements as graceful as willows dancing in the wind, the sword flashing.
He moved with the grace of a dragon, sometimes as nimble as a swallow, leaping with his sword, and sometimes as swift as lightning, causing leaves to fall.
His moves were nimble yet unpredictable. Suddenly, it seemed that his sword speed was getting faster and faster, and as the sword flashed, the man's face was already covered in sweat.
Suddenly, another man's figure leaped out of thin air. His eyes were like lightning, piercing through the void. He pounced down on the cold-faced man from mid-air. With a flash of sword light, he cleanly and neatly blocked the cold-faced man's blade with his own sword. On the training ground, the two men were now facing each other at very close range.
The cold-faced man then recognized the person who had suddenly appeared as Long Ye, the vice leader of the Xiaolong Society, whom he had been intently contemplating how to deal with while practicing his swordplay. He had sent his secret letter to his master long ago, but had yet to receive any instructions on the next steps. These past few days, he had felt increasingly uneasy, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.
He immediately snapped out of his daze and knelt down on one knee at the man's feet with a thud, cupping his hands and lowering his eyes, saying, "Your subordinate greets the Vice Chief!"
"Why are you practicing swordsmanship here? Don't you always dislike sparring with them here?"
At this moment, Long Ye and several subordinates had just finished discussing matters in the Xiaolong Hall and were about to go for lunch when they were surprised to see the cold and aloof man practicing martial arts alone, seemingly very engrossed. So, out of curiosity, they went over to take a closer look, only to find that the man was so focused that he seemed unaware of their closeness.
"Replying to the leader, I haven't practiced for a long time, and my swordsmanship has become a bit rusty. Seeing that there's not much people around, I thought I'd come over to stretch my muscles, in case something happens in the Xiaolong Society and I end up making a mistake," the man replied hurriedly in a deep voice.
"Hearing you mention it, I just realized that I haven't practiced in a long time either. I might as well join you for some exercise. I seem to have gained quite a bit of weight recently, and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle those women!"
As Long Ye helped the man to his feet, his smile vanished the moment he finished speaking. He took two steps back, assumed a fighting stance, and without a word, thrust his sword straight at the cold-faced man.
The aloof man, of course, could not thwart his good mood at this moment. He quickly flashed forward, sword in hand, and the two of them soon intertwined their swords once again, like two white snakes spitting their tongues. The air hissed as they pierced the wind, and in a flash, the continuous clanging of swords broke through the entire sky.
In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty moves had passed when suddenly a "hiss" was heard. The cold-faced man's eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly reversed the hilt of his sword to retrieve it and stop his momentum. However, he found that he had already pierced Long Ye's brocade robe with his sword. Fortunately, he stopped in time and did not injure his skin.
The man immediately knelt down and said, "This subordinate deserves to die, please punish me, Vice Chief!"
Long Ye was also completely shocked. This man was acting strangely today. First, he actually started practicing swordsmanship for the first time, and every sword move revealed his ruthlessness. Then, he ignored Long Ye's approach and accidentally tore Long Ye's brocade robe.
Upon realizing this, Long Ye paused, looking at the tear in his robe, then smiled and waved to indicate that he was unharmed. He then said helplessly, "It seems this leader is truly getting old! The first time I met you, if it weren't for your help, I would probably have been captured by those Western Qin soldiers long ago. The younger generation is indeed formidable!"
As Long Ye spoke, he placed a hand on the cold-faced man's shoulder, gesturing for him to stand up. Before Long Ye could speak, the cold-faced man glanced anxiously at Long Ye's attendant and said, "Hurry up and help the gang leader back to change his clothes."
Following them back to the West Garden, the stern-faced man said sincerely, "Please come in, Vice Chief. I will personally assist you in changing your clothes."
"Hmm." Long Ye responded in a deep voice, but secretly gave a wink to the attendant beside him before stepping into the inner room.
The cold-faced man dismissed everyone in Long Ye's courtyard, saying, "You all go outside and keep a close watch, be careful that the assassin doesn't come back and cause trouble again."
Soon, someone hurried in carrying a plate and bringing in Long Ye's clothes.
The cold-faced man looked from afar and was surprised to find that the person delivering the robes was a woman. As she approached, he stared at Lanxiang's face in surprise, shoved her into a corner, frowned, and whispered, "Why is it you? Didn't I promise you that I would help you confirm his identity? Why are you in such a hurry to come here again?"
Perhaps because one bad thing after another happened, he was inevitably a little absent-minded. Since the big mistake had already been made, the cold and aloof man simply decided to take this opportunity to help Lanxiang check the mark on Long Ye's body. He didn't expect her to appear at this critical moment.
Lanxiang's gaze turned cold and sharp. She raised her head, took a deep breath, and said, "Now, Lanxiang is worried about much more than just this. Lanxiang can't wait any longer. Every second that passes increases the danger to Yan'er..."
Before Lanxiang could finish speaking, the cold-faced man said urgently, "No matter how urgent it is, we can't..."
Unexpectedly, Lanxiang seemed unable to wait for him to finish speaking. She glanced at the man's angry eyes and said in a low, agitated voice:
“I can’t just stand by and watch Yan’er get hurt. I know what Long Ye wants. My body is already tainted. So, I’m willing to do anything in Yan’er’s place. It makes no difference to me, but for Yan’er, it would mean a completely different fate. Moreover, I have a feeling that he is very likely the one who sold me back then. Today, it’s either him or me. I must kill him with my own hands. I will use his head to pay tribute to Erlang’s spirit in heaven!”
Lanxiang's resolute words were filled with deep emotion, each syllable resounding with conviction, containing endless bitterness, pain, blood, and tears.
Upon hearing this, the cold-faced man was speechless for a moment. After a while, staring into her eyes, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "You...you're simply hopeless. I can't be bothered with you, hmph..."
Then, she turned around angrily and strode out the door.
After the man left, Lanxiang closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she had mustered up her courage, and the moment of revenge she had been waiting for for too long had finally arrived. She reached up to adjust the silver orchid hairpin in her hair, and then slowly walked to Long Ye's door. With a charming smile, she called out, "The elder brother who was helping the deputy leader change his clothes has suddenly fallen ill, so this servant will change the leader's clothes instead!"
After saying that, she began to sway her long-unused, lithe waist—a waist so alluring it could captivate anyone at first sight—as she slid inside.
As soon as he entered and bypassed the imposing leopard-print screen, he immediately caught the eye of Long Ye, who was sitting with his legs slightly apart, seemingly deep in thought.
Suddenly, his gaze lifted, becoming as if he couldn't wait to devour the newcomer whole. He narrowed his shifty eyes, scrutinizing her from head to toe, and finally raised an eyebrow, asking with a mixture of doubt and surprise, "You?"
Upon seeing this, Lanxiang, though she had seen countless people before and this wasn't her first time meeting Long Ye, and had mentally prepared herself for what might happen upon entering, was still taken aback by the enormous changes this beast had undergone over the years. Clearly, he had completely and utterly transformed into a self-satisfied bandit leader. However, she quickly forced a smile, bowed, and said softly, "This servant has come to help the leader change his clothes."
Upon hearing this, Long Ye only paused for a moment before slowly getting up and standing on the edge of the bed, extending a broad arm towards him.
After a while, seeing Lanxiang standing to the side just staring at him with a silly smile, without moving her hands or feet, he urged, "Aren't you going to come and serve me?"
"Yes..." Lanxiang suddenly came to her senses, and while agreeing, she hurriedly stepped over with the plate containing the robe to help him take off his clothes.
Faced with the alluring woman beside him, with her fiery passion, luscious red lips, fragrant breath, and captivating charm, Long Ye, who had been deprived of sex for a long time, felt a burning desire and an urgent urge to explore every aspect of her being ignite in his eyes and chest.
Just as Lanxiang was about to untie the last sash of his inner garment, just as the truth of the tragedy that was likely caused by this person and could never be undone in her life was about to be revealed, with only a layer of cloth remaining to cover it, Long Ye swiftly reached out a strong and powerful hand, pulled her slender waist close and pinned her against the wall. Before Lanxiang could react, he had already pressed her delicate body tightly against his and sealed her lips with a kiss.
As expected, but my heart still clenched. Then I closed my eyes tightly and gently slid my hands down.
Long Ye's kiss landed on every inch of her exposed fair skin.
Suddenly, with a "whoosh," Long Ye scooped her up in his arms and whispered in her ear, "You really are a troublesome little devil."
Lanxiang endured the pain, forcing a smile. He wasn't yet completely infatuated; she had to wait. So, Long Ye strode forward and gently placed her on the bed. Staring into her eyes, he took her slender hand and slowly brought it to his lips, giving it a light peck. Then, he reached out and slowly removed layer after layer of clothing from Lanxiang's body.
Long Ye was stunned by the vibrant scene before him!
Suddenly, he forcefully ripped off all the coverings on his body and flung them high into the air behind him, instantly revealing the three familiar black moles.
Just as Lanxiang stared wide-eyed at the long-lost mark, Long Ye's large hands suddenly attacked her chest.
In a flash, Lanxiang's eyes turned cold and fierce as she shouted at him, "It really is you! Long Ye, prepare to die!"
As she spoke, she swiftly reached up and touched her head, pulling out the orchid-shaped silver hairpin and plunging it fiercely into Long Ye's left chest...
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