When she reached the door of the first room on the third floor, she could hear the Poison Saint's loud, intense laughter coming from inside. The laughter of the women inside mingled with disgusting coquettish sounds, creating a chaotic and utterly depraved scene.
Her hand was already pushing towards the door when the Prince grabbed her wrist. He shook his head at her and said softly, "Wait a moment, let's see how far they intend to go. That way we can convict them. If they're really so audacious as to touch other women, hmph, this Princess will make that bastard Lou Yun a eunuch for life!"
Luo Zhiheng thought about it and agreed; all men have their flaws. Even a man as pure as Mu Yunhe couldn't resist kissing and touching her. Today's scene would give her a good look at whether Mu Yunhe was truly as innocent as he seemed.
The two women, with unspoken understanding, endured immense anger and torment, like two tigresses on the verge of exploding, standing silently outside the door, spying on the group of lawless people inside.
The poor Poison Saint was unaware that his actions would be fully witnessed by the World King. He chuckled wickedly as he pushed the woman toward Mu Yunhe.
The King was startled and quickly looked at Luo Zhiheng, whose expression changed, her eyes filled with murderous intent. The two women almost simultaneously cursed the Poison Saint as a bastard!
Seeing the woman being pushed towards him by the Poison Saint, Mu Yunhe's pupils constricted, and a chilling aura erupted from his entire body. He shouted sharply in a tense voice, "Get out of the way!!"
The woman was genuinely frightened by Mu Yunhe's icy voice, but she couldn't stop now. The Poison Saint's strength was immense. With a scream, she lunged at Mu Yunhe, about to crash into his arms. Mu Yunhe, who had been sitting listlessly in the soft bag, suddenly found the strength from somewhere and stood up abruptly. However, he immediately collapsed to the side, falling to the ground. The woman also knocked over the soft bag Mu Yunhe was sitting on.
Although he dodged the woman, Mu Yunhe's heavy fall left his fragile body covered in bruises. His hood was also knocked open, revealing his stunningly handsome face. Instantly, gasps and gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd, punctuated by excited screams from the women around him.
The Poison Saint was shocked, astonished that Mu Yunhe possessed such composure, still managing to dodge even in this situation? Either Mu Yunhe was too fake, or he was genuinely too innocent. The Poison Saint suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Hahaha, look at you, you've succumbed to temptation, haven't you? It's just a woman, isn't it? Women are very fragrant and soft, you know. It's not just your Aheng who's soft and sweet. You need to learn to enjoy women. Only by enjoying women will you know how precious a man's rights are and how wonderful a man's life is!"
The King's face instantly darkened horribly, as if a storm was brewing. But what was even more terrifying was that the King was still smiling, and that eerie smile at the corner of his mouth sent chills down Luo Zhiheng's spine.
Luo Zhiheng was furious, yet also deeply moved. Her Mu Yunhe hadn't disappointed her; although he had come here, he remained chaste. In comparison, the King was truly unfortunate to have such a wife—a misfortune for his family. Luo Zhiheng had to admit that she felt a pang of schadenfreude at that moment. The more the Poison Saint went too far, the angrier the King would become, and the more miserable the Poison Saint would appear.
Mu Yunhe was pale, his face bruised from hitting the ground. He slowly got up, swaying, but gritted his teeth and roared defiantly, "Is this your right and excitement as a man? Finding a bunch of random women makes you feel satisfied? Vanity! These women could be your granddaughters, have you no shame?"
The Poison Saint was nearly driven mad by Mu Yunhe's gentlemanly accusations. Not only him, but the group of courtesans were also laughing uproariously.
Is this supposed to be respect for courtesans? Isn't that ridiculous? If men were to show respect to courtesans, wouldn't they be considered gentlemen? How would they survive? Would they starve? Would they even have a place to stand? Besides, who would compare a courtesan to a customer's granddaughter or daughter? Wouldn't that be demeaning themselves?
"My lord, you are truly the most handsome young man I have ever seen! Don't worry, we servants serve you gentlemen willingly. The moment I see you, my heart flutters and my whole body goes weak. If you don't believe me, come and touch my body; it's so weak I can barely stand!" A flamboyant woman immediately pounced on Mu Yunhe, her eyes blazing with desire as she stared at his face.
Mu Yunhe's face turned pale, and he staggered backward, shouting angrily, "Get out of my way! Don't come near me!"
"Ah! Are you a prince? I've never seen such a handsome prince in my life. There have been quite a few princes who have come here, but how come none of them are as captivating as you, a man who makes one fall in love at first sight and never want to let go? My lord, would you like to cherish me? I'm very obedient and well-behaved." Another woman rushed over.
In the eyes of these women, Mu Yunhe was now like a piece of braised pork soaked in poppies, exuding immense allure and fragrance. Everyone who saw him wanted to take a bite. He was so handsome and charming, a bit thin but with a great physique, and of high status. He also had a generous old man by his side, making him a figure that women coveted. 177.
These women are all flirtatious and seductive, and on top of that, they're all very beautiful. They really think they're special enough that men come here to have fun, so they don't need to be reserved at all.
Mu Yunhe's face turned ashen with fear, but he was filled with rage. His eyes were filled with coldness and contempt. He had already interpreted these women with the most filthy and vile words in the world. He no longer believed that this place could be an antidote. This was a den of monsters that devoured people without spitting out their bones!
"Get out of my way! Anyone who dares to approach me will be wiped out!" Mu Yunhe unleashed his full aura, his chilling presence spreading throughout the entire area. His sharp, piercing gaze was like a knife as he stared menacingly at the woman who was still approaching.
"If he doesn't want to get close, then he doesn't want to get close." The women were heartbroken, it was such a pity that Jing'an didn't like such a handsome and noble man.
"Young master, what do you think of me? Do you like me? I won't take your money. I can give you money, I'll give you all my worth. Would you be willing to do me a favor?" Another woman asked unwillingly, looking at Mu Yunhe with shining eyes, almost drooling.
Upon hearing this, the other women didn't think this woman was crazy; instead, they thought she was incredibly clever. If sacrificing their entire fortune could earn them even a little training from this extremely handsome young man, it would be worth it. The women even screamed, willing to offer themselves and even pay him extra.
Poison Saint stared in disbelief, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. Seeing the group of women about to rush towards Mu Yunhe, he said coldly, "Don't forget that I'm the one paying for you. This young master you like won't give you a single penny. If you're going to chase after him, don't expect him to give you any money."
"We're willing to pay you out of pocket!" the prostitutes shouted enthusiastically.
Poison Saint was rendered speechless by a single sentence, his words caught in his throat, his face pale and tinged with anxiety. He scratched his head, trying to think of a solution. What was he going to do? He was the one who brought Mu Yunhe here to broaden his horizons, precisely to demonstrate how well he understood how to be a man, how to have children, and how to conquer women. Now, all these women had shamelessly switched sides. How could he possibly save face in front of Mu Yunhe?
These women are fucking crazy! Isn't it said that money talks? Why is he being dumped by these women now that he's paid them? When did these prostitutes reach such a high standard—they only care about the person, not the money? Or is a person's appearance really that important? Did that bastard Qin Yinshi also fall for his looks back then?
The Poison Saint is enraged! No woman is any good after all!!
He slammed his fist on the table, ripped off his white beard, and roared with imposing arrogance, "Damn it, a bunch of little vixens! Not a single one of you is any good! All of you, come and serve me! I'm paying you, and you dare to ignore me? Here's your money, serve me well, and I'll give you countless riches!"
After shouting, Poison Saint immediately pulled money out of his pocket. He pulled out silver notes as if they were nothing, handful after handful. While pulling out money, Poison Saint said coldly, "I'll kill you, you bastard. Anyway, it's not my money."
The Queen looked through the hole she had poked, hearing everything clearly and seeing it all vividly. Her lips curled into a deep sneer, and her eyes seemed to hold the sharp edge of a knife. Watching the Poison Saint hand out handfuls of money to other women, the Queen had only one thought: she was utterly despicable!
Why give this damned man so much money? He's never cared about it at all, using her money to support this bunch of sluts? So, all these years since they separated, has he been using her money to support other women too?! The King clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, clearly furious.
Luo Zhiheng wasn't having an easy time either. That old bastard, the Poison Saint! He actually dared to send women to Mu Yunhe, and that wasn't all—these lowly women even wanted to throw themselves at Mu Yunhe and be his concubines. This man is incredibly charming; he can seduce so many women! She gritted her teeth, continuing to watch. She wasn't in a hurry; she wanted to see what the Poison Saint was up to, and just how far Mu Yunhe could hold out.
"Bastard!" Shi Wang was about to lose her temper. Her voice was full of anger as she gritted her teeth. She looked like she was about to rush in when Luo Zhiheng stopped her.
"Take another look. If you go in like this, you won't be able to see what the Poison Saint's true nature is. You should know that this old guy can do such absurd things now, who knows what other misdeeds he has that you don't know about. You're so good to him and pamper him, but he doesn't care at all. He treats your affection like worthless rotten cabbage, throwing it on the ground and kicking it. Don't you feel heartbroken? If I were that young, I would definitely chop him up with one knife!" Luo Zhiheng added fuel to the fire with a sinister tone.
Poison Saint, you're ruthless, so don't blame me for being ruthless too! Let's settle this once and for all. You made me unhappy, so I'll make you taste the same unpleasantness!
The king was on the verge of exploding with anger, but she managed to hold it in. She also wanted to know just how bad this man, to whom she had devoted her entire life and all her love, could possibly be.
The Poison Saint's act of distributing money caused a sensation, eliciting excited screams from the women who rushed towards him, almost drowning him with their bulging bellies. This inadvertently solved Mu Yunhe's immediate crisis.
Mu Yunhe found himself covered in cold sweat. He stood stiffly in the corner, his body so weak that he couldn't stand for long. He knew it was unlikely he could go back unless the Poison Saint took him away, so he wisely chose to rest and conserve his strength, remaining vigilant and prepared so that he could dodge in time if the group of women suddenly pounced on him.
"Hahahaha, that's it, so comfortable." Poison Saint laughed arrogantly, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by the women's flesh. He spread his arms wide, embracing them on the left and right, submerging himself in the pile of women, and said with a ruddy face, "This is life! Come on, let's drink."
"Master, let me feed you." A woman, her few remaining thin garments spread out, held a wine cup to the Poison Saint and personally fed him, even sitting on his lap. However, her alluring eyes were fixed on Mu Yunhe in the corner, her gaze provocative, teasing, and ambiguous.
Mu Yunhe's gaze was cold and sharp. Although he was looking straight ahead, none of the women in the group could catch his eye. He said coldly, "Have you had enough? Send me back immediately!" He didn't want to stay here for another second; it was utterly disgusting! The men and women here were all so repulsive, so depraved! How could the women be so filthy? 16648833
Ah Heng is still the best! No one can compare to Ah Heng! Even when he's being mischievous and unserious, his Ah Heng is always so unique and lovable. With this comparison, Mu Yunhe suddenly realized something: he seemed to have no other choice but Luo Zhiheng. Only Luo Zhiheng could stir his heartstrings, only Luo Zhiheng could make him lose his mind, only Luo Zhiheng could make him feel hot and inexplicably irritable. Other women, even if they were naked in front of him, wouldn't elicit any reaction from him. He'd even find them disgusting!
Is this normal for him? Mu Yunhe had a new question in mind, but he dared not seek help from the Poison Saint again. He knew he had been fooled the first time he had asked, and he could never trust that old, degenerate bastard, the Poison Saint, again!
"Oh dear, what's the rush? Have you forgotten why I brought you out this time? Are you still hard? It hurts from being hard, doesn't it? Seeing these women makes you even harder, doesn't it? It's painful, isn't it? Hehehe, don't look so sullen, I know how you feel. Don't worry, I brought you out this time to detoxify you. If I don't get rid of the burning passion poison in your body, wouldn't I be breaking my promise?" The Poison Saint chuckled lewdly.
"Stop lying to me! You didn't bring me here to detoxify! You're lying to me, how can this place detoxify? What kind of hellhole is this? Are you so happy here? I find this place filthy and degrading! It certainly suits your disgusting taste! I don't need your detoxification. Send me away immediately. As for you, stay here if you like, your life or death is none of my concern," Mu Yunhe said coldly. He dared not say anything more, fearing the women would pounce on him again.
But he was a handsome man, an absolutely stunningly handsome man. He didn't need any status to emphasize it; he was the center of attention the moment he opened his mouth. The women screamed again, finding even his voice so pleasant and magnetic that they couldn't resist.
"Oh my god, when I hear his voice, I feel like his hands are stroking my cheeks, it feels so good..." a woman said boldly and passionately.
Mu Yunhe's face grew even darker. He glanced coldly at the woman, then suddenly smiled—a smile as beautiful as a fleeting moment. The women's screams nearly blew the roof off, and Luo Zhiheng's heart sank.
"Hmph, I thought your Mu Yunhe would be so incredibly busy, but it seems he's nothing special. You couldn't even control yourself?" The King's angry voice contained no gloating, only deep sorrow and fury.
Luo Zhiheng clenched her fists. She wished she could pinch the skin off Mu Yunhe's face. How dare he smile at other women! He was truly despicable! Luo Zhiheng couldn't take it anymore. She was about to rush in, but the Prince easily grabbed her and retaliated, "Look, I'm really looking forward to seeing how Mu Yunhe flirts with other women."
Mu Yunhe extended a finger and gently beckoned to the woman. The group of women screamed with infatuation, envy, and jealousy, each one more captivating than the last. The woman chosen by Mu Yunhe was utterly flattered, cautiously yet undisguisedly turning towards him. Her voluptuous and graceful body, like a water snake, exuded feminine charm and fatal allure.
When the woman walked up to Mu Yunhe, Mu Yunhe frowned imperceptibly and said expressionlessly, "Extend your hand."
The woman obediently extended her hand. She and the other women assumed he was going to give her something. A fascinated smile graced her face, while the others watched with a mixture of anticipation and envy. The Poison Saint and the World King shared the same thought: "He really is a man, unable to resist temptation." He had just been acting like a paragon of virtue, refusing to yield to the ravages of a woman's ample bosom and hips, hadn't he?
Luo Zhiheng's eyes widened, and bloodshot veins appeared in them.
But the next moment, all emotions, speculations, and anger were shattered by the woman's earth-shattering screams!
A flash of red light appeared, and the woman collapsed to the ground, clutching her other hand and crying out in agony, her face contorted with pain.
Meanwhile, Mu Yunhe was clutching a sharp knife in his hand. Luo Zhiheng recognized it as the knife Mu Yunhe had intended to use to commit suicide, which he had carried with him when he went back. Luo Zhiheng gave it to him because he had personally promised not to commit suicide again, that he would live well for her sake, and that he would use this knife to protect himself.
Unexpectedly, he actually used the knife so soon!
There was no bloodlust in Mu Yunhe's eyes. He calmly wiped the blood off the knife with a curtain and said coldly, "This is what will happen to anyone who dares to come near me or look at me."
Almost instantly, everyone felt their hair stand on end, terrified! Because the fate of anyone who got close to him or looked at him was to have a finger chopped off!
Mu Yunhe felt an immense threat and urgency. He disliked this place intensely and was terrified. The women here were like wolves and tigers, their gazes towards him filled with a murderous intent. This situation had made him so tense that he needed to defend himself. He couldn't rely on the Poison Saint; he had to rely on himself.
He wouldn't sit idly by and wait for the women to pounce on him before retaliating; he wanted to make them afraid to approach him.
But Ah Heng, why aren't you here yet? He doesn't even know how much longer his body can hold on.
A group of women screamed again, but this time it was a scream of fear and panic. Mu Yunhe coldly raised his eyes and swept them over, one glance enough to make the women, who were practically begging for his attention, quickly look away, not daring to look at him again. Mu Yunhe coldly said, "I dislike noise very much!"
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His aura was too strong, his actions too ruthless, his gaze too cold; a sudden move from him stunned everyone present. Even the most infatuated women dared not provoke him anymore; all they wanted now was to leave. To leave that handsome man who drew blood with a single blow!
It turns out that it's not just beautiful women who can be toxic; men can be just as toxic, and extremely toxic at that!
Poison Saint's eyes darkened for a moment, then he suddenly laughed, "Beauties, don't be afraid, it's alright. This gentleman just likes to joke around. Come on, who of you will give us a live performance? Today, this gentleman is here to learn how to have children. If you perform your lovemaking skills well and teach him how to enjoy the pleasures of love, I will reward you handsomely!"
After saying that, the Poison Saint slammed a stack of silver notes on the table, acting like a nouveau riche who didn't care about money at all.
"He's throwing money away like it's dead people's money," Luo Zhiheng said sarcastically, looking at the Prince with a mocking gaze. But her face clearly radiated an expression of arrogance, smugness, and joy.
Little Hehe is so cute, I really want to hug and kiss him right now. How can someone be so handsome and beautiful even when dealing with others? I thought Mu Yunhe couldn't hold back anymore, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better. This is so exciting! It warmed Luo Zhiheng's heart and made her feel completely at ease! 177.
Regardless of what happens to Mu Yunhe in the future, the fact that Mu Yunhe was able to resist temptation today and not disappoint or embarrass her is enough for Luo Zhiheng to remember Mu Yunhe's goodness.
She knew that she and the King were currently engaged in a power struggle. Both were strong-willed women, unable to tolerate their beloved men's infidelity, whether emotionally or physically; they were even more unwilling to witness such a scene. They were vying for dominance over each other's men, watching two men amidst a crowd of ordinary women, wondering who would prevail.
It's now obvious that her little Hehe is much more likable and composed. As for the Poison Saint, hmph, he's lived such a wasted life.
The king's face was ashen, and he remained silent, but his anger was truly about to explode uncontrollably. The air around him seemed to be on fire.
The group of women were so frightened that none of them dared to step forward. Let alone perform a reality show.
The Poison Saint roared, "What? Does my word not carry weight? If I told you to perform, then hurry up, take off your clothes and get on the bed. You and the others will perform for him!"
The Poison Saint pointed to a guard who had been serving there and gave the order. No one dared to disobey, and they immediately nominated a beautiful and graceful woman to work with the man. The two of them stiffly undressed, as if they were about to be executed.
The Poison Saint, dissatisfied, shouted again, "What are you two doing? Do you think this is a funeral? Get passionate, kiss each other, make it more intense!"
Luo Zhiheng almost sneered, giving the Prince a cold glance. The Prince's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
"No need. I disdain watching a bunch of monsters dance wildly like this!" Mu Yunhe said coldly.
"So you don't want to know how to have a baby? Don't you want to know how to be comfortable with Luo Zhiheng? If your penis gets hard the moment you touch Luo Zhiheng, and you keep holding it in, you'll easily get sick, and it might even affect your ability to have children. It's okay if it affects you, but if you can't be comfortable and happy with Luo Zhiheng, then Luo Zhiheng won't be able to have children either. Are you really going to do this?" Poison Saint advised, feigning kindness but truly being hypocritical.
"Damn it!" Luo Zhiheng was so angry she was practically spitting fire, and immediately cursed! What kind of nonsense is this? Could this old bastard be any more shameless? He actually dared to say such a thing, cursing him to be unable to have children for the rest of his life!
Mu Yunhe's face darkened. He didn't know how to have a child, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew that a man and a woman had to sleep together to have a child. However, he and Aheng had been sharing a bed for so long, but they still didn't have a child. He knew that something must be wrong between them.
While the Poison Saint's words might not be entirely reliable, there's some truth to them. He does get an erection whenever he touches Ah Heng, and it's very uncomfortable if he doesn't release it. So, it wouldn't hurt to see how men and women actually have children. He can go back and ask others, ask Elder Tong—his ancestors wouldn't lie to him or harm him!
Mu Yunhe fell silent, then looked at the Poison Saint with a gloomy expression and said, "You'd better not try any more tricks, or I'll show you the consequences of angering me."
The Poison Saint laughed in a sarcastic tone: "Don't worry, the process will be spectacular, unforgettable for you! What are you waiting for? Attack now! I'll poison you to death!"
The two of them didn't dare to be negligent and immediately embraced each other passionately, kissing, biting, and engaging in all sorts of explicit acts.
Undressing, caressing, touching—it has everything.