"You stinking beggar, and you dare to fight back? You son of a bitch!" Seventh Brother sat on Yu Wencheng's lap and angrily slapped him twice.
The timid man, panting and pale, cried out, "Seventh Brother, let's finish this quickly! Here you go!"
He then drew a dagger from his waist and threw it on the ground.
Upon seeing this, Yu Wencheng felt a sense of foreboding. Were these two people planning to harm him?
Take a deep breath, make a final, desperate struggle, and throw a punch.
"Ouch!" Seventh Brother cried out, his eyes injured and seeing stars.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yu Wencheng got up and ran quickly outside.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and chase after them!" Seventh Brother roared at his companion, covering his eyes. His dazed look made him angry.
"Oh, oh, oh."
Yu Wencheng ran quickly, but was caught again not far away.
Seventh Brother first gave him a severe beating, punching and kicking him until he was half dead, and then dragged him back to his original room.
Yu Wencheng lay on the ground like a dead dog, motionless, his body too weak to withstand such abuse.
"Damn it, I was originally planning to cut off one of your fingers and call it quits, but since you're not behaving, I've changed my mind."
"Two idiots."
"Huh?" the timid person responded.
"Pull his pants down."
"Seventh Brother, what are you doing? Could it be that..."
You've got the wrong idea, absolutely the wrong idea.
At this moment, imagination is enriched, and the sails are set off towards the deep blue.
"Go to hell! Just do what I'm told and stop nagging!" Seventh Brother cursed.
"good!"
With his pants down, Seventh Brother revealed a sinister smile, a dagger gleaming coldly in his hand.
"laugh!"
"Ah..." Yu Wencheng's miserable scream echoed throughout the unfinished building.
"Hehe, let's go." Seventh Brother packed up the gadgets and left with his companions.
The location of the attack should be obvious to any intelligent person.
With a single dagger strike, Yu Wencheng was caught off guard.
He's so unlucky; why are all his injuries on his lower body? He's experienced more than most people in eight lifetimes combined.
I once drank with Li Changfeng and my bladder exploded, but thanks to timely surgery, it was fine.
Not long after, Shen Qiqi struck him with a kick that severed his fertility, ruining that area so that he could no longer perform sexual acts or continue his lineage.
Although it wasn't removed, it was merely a decoration.
Today, things have turned out badly; everything is gone.
He was completely reduced to a high-ranking eunuch.
Yu Wencheng rolled on the ground in pain, screaming and yelling. The veins on his forehead bulged and were clearly visible. His face was contorted with rage, and a large pool of blood flowed down his face.
A man's vulnerability, a man's deepest pain, makes Yu Wencheng's expression perfectly understandable.
Suddenly, he stopped and made no further move.
I thought he had fainted from the pain and lost consciousness, but his eyes were fixed on a certain spot.
Following the gaze, Yu Wencheng was staring at the Seventy-Two Styles of Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique.
During the struggle, the Dragon Slayer Sword Technique fell out of his arms and landed about three meters to the left of Wencheng.
To outsiders, it was nothing special; it looked just as dilapidated as before, with nothing remarkable about it.
But in Yu Wencheng's eyes, it was quite different. A golden figure wielding a long sword danced on the page, each move exquisite and ever-changing.
Is this... the secret of the Dragon Slayer Sword Technique?
Is this its most mysterious aspect?
So that's where the phrase "severing the dragon" comes from.
No wonder it has this name.
Only after severing the dragon can one decipher this secret manual.
Even if the body's functions are incomplete and not severed, it is still impossible to explore the essence of the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique.
Just like Yu Wencheng, his thing is no longer usable, and he still hasn't made any progress in the Seventy-Two Styles of Dragon Slaying Sword Technique.
The moment it was cut off, the wonders of swordsmanship were automatically revealed and displayed before one's eyes.
"Seventy-two Paths to Severing Dragon Sword Technique." Yu Wencheng crawled over with mixed feelings of surprise and joy, took the book in his hands, and was overjoyed.
The surprise made him temporarily forget the pain, and his mind became clear.
Suddenly, hatred surged within me, and lofty ambitions filled my heart.
"Li Changfeng, your good days are over."
"Once I've mastered the Seventy-Two Forms of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique, that will be your death day."
“They took the lives of hundreds of people in my family, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood.”
...
"Junior Brother, you're back?" After dealing with the Chai family, Li Changfeng returned to his senior sister's villa. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the gate, Zhang Qingqing came out in her pajamas.
"Senior sister, it's so late and you're still not asleep?" Li Changfeng asked with concern.
"How can I rest if you don't come back?" Zhang Qingqing took the opportunity to hug her junior brother's arm without any hesitation.
Li Changfeng immediately felt an endless softness, a hundred times more comfortable.
"Besides, I promised you during the day, so I'll give you a reward tonight."
"Your senior sister is always a woman of her word, and her promises are always worth a thousand pieces of gold."
"I'm still uneasy because the reward hasn't been fulfilled."
The two walked and talked as they entered the villa, where Li Changfeng looked up and gazed around.
"Stop looking. Miss Ye drank quite a bit tonight. She won't wake up until dawn," Zhang Qingqing said with a smile.
"Senior sister, you're overthinking it. I wasn't observing anyone." Li Changfeng's explanation was extremely weak.
"Really? Aren't you afraid that Miss Ye will see us being all lovey-dovey?" Zhang Qingqing glanced at her sideways.
"I have nothing to do with her, why should I be afraid?" Li Changfeng said naturally.
So far, neither of them has crossed the line.
"I'm not going to dwell on this, it's pointless. Let's go! To my bedroom!" Zhang Qingqing pulled Li Changfeng up to the third floor.
Upon entering the room and locking the door, Zhang Qingqing immediately took off her pajamas, exposing her alluring figure to the air.
"What are you standing there for? Go take a shower."
"Oh!" Li Changfeng's heart pounded, and he turned and went to the bathroom.
My mind was in complete chaos, filled with endless fantasies about what would happen next. Images flashed before my eyes, involuntarily and uncontrollably playing out in my mind.
About ten minutes later, Li Changfeng came out wearing a bath towel.
The room was lit with a purplish-red light, creating a vibrant atmosphere, while soft music played, adding to the magical and enchanting ambiance.
"Junior brother, do you like it?" Senior sister lay half-reclined on the bed, her clothes brand new, a leopard-print short dress that was eye-catching.
She placed her finger on the center of her lips, gently tracing its surface, exuding unparalleled allure.
Li Changfeng stood there, stunned.
Zhang Qingqing smiled charmingly and beckoned with her finger, "Come on, tonight, your senior sister is yours."
If Li Changfeng remains unmoved, he's just a blockhead; he's like dog meat that can't be served at a grand banquet.
They've made it so obvious, how can we just stand there like idiots?
Li Changfeng strode over and pounced on the bedside...
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