Dim lighting.
A messy pile of books.
Long Yueyin's long robe and thin breastplate were completely discarded to the side.
Only a pair of lace panties is still clinging to life.
He Dazhu's eyes immediately lit up.
The beautiful spring sunshine seemed to heal all the wounds I had suffered.
Seeing Long Yueyin's springtime beauty, He Dazhu felt an unnamed restlessness in his heart, like a world-ending volcanic eruption.
Long Yueyin placed one of her smooth, beautiful legs on He Dazhu's wildly beating heart and said coldly, "Am I beautiful, sister?"
Although He Dazhu had already experienced Guihua's prowess before, when he looked at the alluring Long Yueyin in front of him, he suddenly felt that Guihua was slightly inferior.
He Dada reached out and caressed the jade-like leg with abandon.
It feels like a slippery bar of soap.
"Sister Yueyin is so beautiful."
Long Yueyin stretched out her long, slender, fair finger and tapped He Dazhu's forehead, saying angrily, "You little rascal, you've learned to be glib too."
He Dazhu grabbed Long Yueyin and pressed his face against her soft breasts.
Long Yueyin said, "What's the rush?"
"With so many books here, it's difficult to practice any techniques or skills."
"Let's go to my room."
With that, Long Yueyin led He Dazhu into the room.
Long Yueyin's room was very simple, still filled with many books about Miao territory. The difference was that the books were arranged in a circle, with a round bed in the middle.
The bed was covered entirely with quilts and sheets made of silkworms.
Lying on it feels like sleeping on water.
Long Yueyin grabbed He Dazhu's clothes and pulled him into the room. She kicked the door shut with one foot.
Long Yueyin suddenly lay down on the silk bed, her hair loose, and an alluring and seductive feeling immediately emanated from her.
He Dazhu pounced on Long Yueyin like a hungry tiger.
Soon, He Dazhu's clothes were removed by Long Yueyin at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
"Sister Yueyin, your technique is too skilled."
Long Yueyin turned over and knelt on the bed, one hand pressing against He Dazhu's well-defined chest muscles, the other hand in her mouth, looking extremely charming and alluring.
"This is nothing. I have even more powerful skills that I haven't used yet."
As she spoke, Long Yueyin slid down.
He Dazhu suddenly felt a jolt, like being electrocuted.
Long Yueyin sneered, "You're quite the imposing fellow, aren't you? Why are you acting like a coward?"
He Dazhu immediately sneered.
"I, He Dazhu, never back down."
"A coward is not a real man."
"Sister Yueyin, please continue."
He Dazhu lay on the bed, feeling as if his limbs were melting like ice and snow, warmed by a gentle spring breeze.
Before long, a light sweat appeared on his body.
"Sister Yueyin, you are amazing."
......
Long Yueyin secluded herself in the basement of Ye Long's house, secretly practicing the Twelfth Level Dragon Fist and researching Miao Gu poison, and had not taken any action for many years.
At this moment, Long Yueyin was like a giant beast released from its cage, frantically devouring He Dazhu, the piece of meat that had finally come into her mouth.
Long Yueyin seemed never to be satisfied.
Even as a cultivator, He Dazhu felt somewhat exhausted, but as a true man, how could he easily give up?
......
I don't know how much time passed.
Basements are inherently devoid of a concept of time.
Both of them were exhausted.
I collapsed onto the silk bed, feeling weak all over, my face flushed, and I was covered in sweat, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
Long Yueyin nestled in He Dazhu's arms and said, "I underestimated you, sister. I didn't expect you to be so capable."
"Sister Yueyin is also very capable."
He Dazhu changed the subject and began to inquire about Long Yueyin's cultivation of the Twelfth Level Dragon Fist.
Although He Dazhu had made a series of drastic changes, he had not forgotten what he had promised Ye Long.
Long Yueyin sat up.
She took a silk robe from the wardrobe next to her and put it back on, putting away her spring attire.
Turning to He Dazhu, he said, "Although Old Man Ye values you highly, I have to tell you a reality."
"That means Old Man Ye wants me to bring you to the 12th level of the 12th level Dragon Fist within five days. That's completely impossible."
He Dazhu also sat up and got dressed.
Looking at Long Yueyin, he said, "Don't be so absolute about anything."
How will you know if you don't try?
Long Yueyin continued, "The Twelfth Level Dragon Fist has very high requirements for the practitioner's physique, and practicing the Twelfth Level Dragon Fist is a very energy-consuming activity."
"This kind of wear and tear is like having to carry a huge rock to the top of a mountain every day, and you have to do it every day."
He Dazhu patted his chest confidently and said, "You don't need to worry about physical fitness at all. My physical fitness is definitely extraordinary."
"Moving huge rocks to the top of the mountain is a piece of cake for me."
Long Yueyin looked at He Dazhu, a hint of mockery appearing on her lips.
Then Long Yueyin took a stopwatch out of the drawer and tossed it to He Dazhu.
Then press one of the switches next to it.
The bookshelf behind the bed slowly moved aside, and a place resembling a martial arts practice area immediately appeared in front of He Dazhu.
He Dazhu was immediately shocked.
"Just how many rooms are hidden in the Ye family's basement?"
He Dazhu couldn't help but sigh.
Long Yueyin, smoking a cigarette, stood in front of He Dazhu and introduced, "This is where I practice the Twelfth Level Dragon Fist."
"It was Old Man Ye who built it specifically for me."
He Dazhu was astonished as if he had discovered a new continent.
The place where Long Yueyin practiced martial arts was at least the size of a stadium, filled with many mannequins, all of whom had Miao ethnic markings on their faces.
He Dazhu understood immediately upon seeing the dummy.
He quickly said, "I get it. I've seen it on TV. It's about practicing with these mannequins, right?"
As he spoke, He Dazhu went up and started gesturing wildly.
A heavy punch landed on a dummy, and the dummy immediately fell down.
Just as He Dazhu was feeling smug, the dummy suddenly stood up and rammed into him hard.
He Dazhu was immediately stunned by the impact.
Long Yueyin, who was standing to the side, laughed and said, "I forgot to tell you, these mannequins are all roly-poly toys, and they're all made of iron."
"If your strength isn't enough to instantly destroy these dummies, then you'll only be able to take a beating."
He Dazhu was instantly shocked after hearing Long Yueyin's words.
"How could it be possible to destroy these dummies in an instant?"
Bang--
Suddenly, a loud noise came from inside the venue.
A dummy suddenly flew out, leaving a large dent in its body.
He Dazhu, who was standing to the side, was completely stunned.
Long Yueyin's strength is terrifying.
If that punch had landed on He Dazhu, his body would have been dented like a dummy.
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