The feeling was strange and peculiar, leaving him at a loss for what to do. His vision blurred, and the reins wrapped tightly around his wrists, cutting into his thin skin and drawing blood. The pain did nothing to alleviate the suffocating feeling and burning desire within him.
The arrows, now closing in instantly, struck with divine precision, landing precisely in front of the child. They formed a slanted defensive line, protecting the child behind them. The arrows were angled, making it impossible for the horse to gallop directly over them; it would have to detour or leap. However, the horse had already been shot in the front hoof by Luo Zhiheng's arrow and couldn't lift itself, so it could only run to the other side. Therefore, it couldn't run directly over and harm the child.
What a brilliant plan! What precise archery!
Mu Yunhe struggled to control his thoughts in his daze, and couldn't help but sigh with admiration. His Aheng was indeed the intelligent woman he loved so much.
When there was an obstacle ahead, the horse indeed veered to the left and crashed directly into the wall about seven or eight meters away. It looked like a fatal accident was imminent.
But Mu Yunhe showed not a trace of fear or worry between his brows.
Luo Zhiheng was close behind him, only a few steps away. Her arrow was already aimed at Mu Yunhe's back, and she shouted through the wind, "Mu Yunhe, get out of the way!"
Mu Yunhe deftly shifted his body to the side, but didn't lie down completely. Instantly, the horse's entire body was revealed.
Luo Zhiheng aimed her arrow at the horse's rump. She had to hit it in that spot to make the horse fall over instantly. Although there would still be danger, it was better than a real accident that resulted in the death of the rider and the vehicle.
She drew the bowstring taut, her gaze sharper than the arrowhead itself. Her taut body and arms relaxed almost as soon as the arrow was released. With a whoosh, the horse let out another sharp neigh. The horse tumbled to the ground, rolling violently forward due to its speed, and the carriage collapsed with a thud. Mu Yunhe, standing on the carriage, was thrown out with a violent thud.
When Luo Zhiheng rushed over, she only had time to grab Mu Yunhe's sleeve. She threw down her bow and arrows and held onto his hand tightly. As the horse galloped, her supple body was almost pulled off by Mu Yunhe. But at that crucial moment, General Tong's strong arms lifted Mu Yunhe's body and placed him on Luo Zhiheng's horse.
The two leaned back to chest, sharing the intense heartbeats brought on by this terrifying ordeal on the street!
His arms tightly encircled her slender waist. Luo Zhiheng spurred her horse back a few steps and stopped. When she turned around, the two of them watched as the badly injured and frenzied horse rolled several times on the ground with the wrecked carriage before crashing heavily into the wall. Its brains splattered out on the spot, blood splattered everywhere, and it fell silent. The scene was horrific!
Luo Zhiheng felt as if a boulder was blocking her throat, and her face felt as if she had been slapped dozens of times. The burning pain was so intense that she was numb, and her mouth was full of blood. The anger in her heart made her want to kill Luo Erduo immediately!
If she had been a step later, a moment more flustered, or fired one less arrow, at this moment, there would be one more corpse lying in the pool of blood—that would be Mu Yunhe!
Luo Erduo!! This scourge, Luo Zhiheng felt she would be doing herself a disservice if she didn't kill her.
"Don't be angry, calm down, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?" Feeling her trembling with anger, Mu Yunhe tried to soothe her in a hoarse voice, but his voice was already trembling because of her burning body and inexplicable desire. Even though he was sexy, he was also powerless.
Startled, Luo Zhiheng turned around and saw Mu Yunhe's bloodshot eyes were hazy and unfocused, his lips were dry, his breathing was rapid, and his body was burning hot, which his clothes could not keep out.
Luo Zhiheng was shocked, all her composure vanishing: "You're injured?!"
Mu Yunhe gave a wry smile, his expression a mixture of anger and joy: "I'm probably poisoned. Luo Erduo scratched me, and it was poisonous..."
"I'll chop that beast to pieces!" Luo Zhiheng roared in fury.
"No, not now. Save me, I'm dying." Mu Yunhe hugged her tightly, the force almost embedding her into his body, expressing his urgency and desire.
"How can I save you?" Luo Zhiheng asked, her heart aching with worry, her eyes red and almost bursting with tears. She was extremely sensitive to the word "poisoning" now, filled with fear and terror.
"You are the antidote, give yourself to me!" 17385193
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340. Flirting right away! (Bonus chapter for 23,000 comments)
Updated: 2013-09-21 16:26:39 Word Count: 3399
Luo Zhiheng was quite startled, and instantly understood the meaning behind Mu Yunhe's words. Still on the street, Luo Zhiheng's pale face flushed red again. She wanted to be angry, but seeing Mu Yunhe in such pain, suppressing his emotions, she couldn't bear it. She cursed Luo Erduo a thousand times in her mind, but ultimately turned her horse around.
Luo Zhiheng looked at General Tong and said, "General Tong, Yun He's condition is not optimistic. I'm afraid he's been poisoned too much, so I'm taking him back to the General's Mansion to find the Poison Saint. This time, the Prince of Shi is at my maternal home with the Poison Saint and Lady Huoyun, so I'm overwhelmed. I'm entrusting the wicked beast who harmed Yun He to you. Please make sure you capture that beast and bring it to justice. I will deal with that beast myself when the time comes."
General Tong had long admired Luo Zhiheng, and seeing that she remained calm and composed even under such circumstances, despite Mu Yunhe having uttered those unspeakable words, it was clear that Luo Zhiheng was indeed a heroine among women.
"You can rest assured to take Yunhe back. Leave this to me. I'll send someone to escort you back." General Tong didn't waste any time and made the arrangements.
Luo Zhiheng gripped Mu Yunhe's hand tightly with one hand, picked up the reins with the other, and spurred her horse away.
The child who had faced imminent death on the street was finally embraced by his mother, who had rushed to the scene. The family of three repeatedly kowtowed to Luo Zhiheng's departing figure, each bloodied kowtow representing their gratitude and expressing the parents' love for their child.
Children aren't just children of wealthy families; children from poor families can also be the apple of their parents' eyes. Because Luo Zhiheng and his wife couldn't bring themselves to commit such acts of murder and bullying, they were destined to be figures worthy of the world's respect.
As they galloped along, the jolting on horseback caused their bodies to rub against each other intensely. This friction generated an electric current that coursed through their bodies to their limbs, creating a tingling and burning sensation.
The thought that this trouble was caused by their previous accidental clash made Luo Zhiheng feel a little guilty.
Mu Yunhe's hands had already unabashedly slipped inside her bodice, kneading her roughly with a flamboyant and impatient air. His other hand tightly gripped her slender waist, firmly holding her firm, elastic buttocks against his lower abdomen. As the horse galloped, his excitedly trembling member could relentlessly take advantage of her.
Luo Zhiheng wanted to stop him, but she was too weak. It was utterly sinful; this was happening in the street, and Mu Yunhe was clearly losing control of his emotions. If he could have held back, Mu Yunhe wouldn't have done such a thing.
Luo Zhiheng was still hoping the Poison Saint could cure her, but now it seemed Mu Yunhe's poison had already taken effect. Wasn't this something like an aphrodisiac? She remembered seeing the World King give the Poison Saint an aphrodisiac, instantly turning the usually stubborn Poison Saint into a wanton man. Even a man with such strong willpower like Mu Yunhe couldn't control himself now. Could it be that the drug that beast Luo Zhiheng used was even more vicious than the World King's?
"Ugh...it hurts, be gentle." Luo Zhiheng suddenly groaned softly.
Mu Yunhe ignored it all and kneaded the cute, soft thing in his palm with abandon. The little bean in the center of his palm was hard, as if it was trying to resist his teasing, but no matter how hard it was, it was still going to be squeezed and rolled out by him. He still remembered the little thing's color, a tender pink, just as cute and alluring as Aheng's face when she was shy.
As Mu Yunhe thought about these things, he felt even hotter and more restless. Taking advantage of the moment when he bounced up and down, he bumped into her hard, making Luo Zhiheng gasp and her face turn bright red.
"Are you crazy? This is in the street!" Luo Zhiheng shouted in exasperation, feeling utterly humiliated. Her chest ached and swelled from being rubbed, and yet he still dared to bump into her so recklessly. Was he trying to kill her? She was a normal woman; being teased like this by the man she loved would surely move her!
Mu Yunhe chuckled softly, but he didn't stop. His willfulness and awkwardness came back, and he said domineeringly, "Aheng can't refuse me. I'm in so much pain, and Aheng is in pain too. That lump is so hard. Aheng, rub it for me."
He seemed to be coquettish, softly humming in her ear. His long hair fell down, covering his cheek and her profile, concealing his intimate, ambiguous act of nibbling her ear with his lips, but it couldn't hide Luo Zhiheng's face full of spring, her eyebrows and eyes charming.
"Stop, stop messing around, we're almost there." Luo Zhiheng hummed, finally softening her voice.
"No way! You're mine." He huffed willfully, declaring domineeringly, his large hand tightly enveloping her cute, perfectly sized, soft breasts, kneading them incessantly.
This is why Luo Zhiheng, out of shyness, pressed down on his hand that was roaming freely against her chest, trying to conceal his unbridled and wanton behavior. Otherwise, if someone with ulterior motives saw this, they would both lose face.
"We're almost home! Take your hand out now. Hurry up," Luo Zhiheng said anxiously. The General's Mansion was just around the corner, and if she took her hand out then, she would be exposed.
A glimmer of clarity flashed in Mu Yunhe's hazy eyes. He gripped her chest tightly and whispered in her ear, both threatening and playful, "Aheng wants to take me to the Poison Saint, doesn't she? You're not allowed to go. Without the Poison Saint, give me yourself, and I'll hand you over. Otherwise, I'll execute you on the spot without mercy."
Luo Zhiheng's face contorted with rage: "Are you lying to me? You're poisoned and still so shrewd?"
"Wife, I'm innocent! I'm really poisoned, you can feel it!" Mu Yunhe, as if to prove how innocent he was and how deeply he was poisoned, bumped into her again, this time hitting her waist, making Luo Zhiheng almost bite her tongue in pain. This also ignited Luo Zhiheng's anger.
"Mu Yunhe! Take it out, or I won't be polite if you keep messing around." Luo Zhiheng was furious, her face contorted with rage.
Mu Yunhe pouted, feeling wronged, and obediently dared not bump into her again, but still stubbornly refused to take her hand out, muttering, "I can't take it out, if I do, Aheng won't give me the antidote. It hurts so much, it's so hot, Aheng, kiss me, hug me, mmm..."
Mu Yunhe's way of acting cute is unparalleled. It's not cloying, not annoying, not disgusting, just incredibly affected!
But Luo Zhiheng, this kind of female bandit, is just not immune to the shameless cutesy behavior and affected nature of big men, and she feels soft-hearted and sorry for them.
"Take it out, and I'll detoxify you." Luo Zhiheng said through gritted teeth, her face slightly flushed.
"Really?" Mu Yunhe asked again and again, his expression as serious as a child's, as if afraid of being deceived.
"Really! But if you're using me as an antidote, then I'll chop you down—and before that, I'll break your legs, your third leg." She said through gritted teeth, but her voice lacked conviction due to shyness. 17385193
Mu Yunhe cheered happily, kissed her neck hard, and finally pulled his hand away, but still hugged her tightly. He rested his face on her shoulder, his breath hot as he hummed and said, "How could you bear to part with her? That will make you happy. I will make Aheng happy. Hurry, hurry up."
Luo Zhiheng's head was practically on fire; she wished she could throw the shameless and lecherous Mu Yunhe off his horse, but in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the General's Mansion.
The people following behind were still some distance away. They entered the mansion first, and as soon as they entered, Luo Zhiheng asked where the Prince lived. But the next moment, Mu Yunhe grabbed her. Mu Yunhe's eyes were red, and his face was somewhat distorted due to lust. But at this moment, he glared at her with accusatory and angry eyes, and shouted loudly in a childish voice, "Luo Zhiheng, you lied! You said you gave it to me, and you still want to find that old man!"
Luo Zhiheng wanted to explain that she was worried the poison in Luo Erduo's ear contained not only aphrodisiacs but also other substances. Wouldn't it be reassuring to have the Poison Saint examine her? But before she could explain, she was picked up by the furious Mu Yunhe. He roared, panting heavily, amidst the horrified and shocked gazes of the servants, "Where is your young lady's room? Take me there!"
The servants dared not make a move. Mu Yunhe was furious, his handsome face contorted with rage. He lowered his head and asked Luo Zhiheng fiercely, "Speak! Where is your room? Do you want the Poison Saint to come and collect my corpse? Or are you going to let me suffocate like this? Luo Zhiheng, speak!"
He was truly enraged, and his last shred of reason was on the verge of collapse, tormented by lust.
Seeing that he was really angry, Luo Zhiheng felt both heartache and anxiety, and quickly pointed to the path to her room, saying, "This way."
Mu Yunhe carried the person and ran wildly, entering Luo Zhiheng's room as instructed. He roared at the servants who had followed him, "Anyone who dares to come in will be killed without mercy!"
The door slammed shut! 1.
"Ah!" Luo Zhiheng was pinned under the table by Mu Yunhe. As soon as he entered the room, Mu Yunhe couldn't even wait to find the bed. He put her on the table, squeezed his body between her legs, kissed her haphazardly, tore at her clothes, and didn't care about anything else. He rammed and hit her most tender parts.
But this feeling, like scratching an itch through a boot, not only fails to quench thirst and satisfy cravings, but also makes people more excited, anxious, embarrassed, and eager.
"Aheng, Aheng..." Mu Yunhe called her name incoherently, his face almost buried in her neck, kissing and sucking haphazardly, his teeth nibbling at her delicate skin with varying degrees of pressure. He loved this feeling, but was also frustrated by his impatience and lack of skill, his voice filled with a childlike sense of loss and urgency.
Luo Zhiheng hugged his neck tightly, her body weak from his haphazard thrusts and kisses. Panting, she tilted her head back, trying to calm her disordered breathing and heartbeat, finding a trembling sliver of clarity in her almost collapsing reason: "Go, go to the bed, over there."
Zhi was lost in thought. Second update! Ouch! *covers face* The meat soup is here! Next chapter, a big meaty scene! Let's flirt a little first, haha. Hua Sha will keep working hard! There's another chapter update today, my darlings, pay attention! The third update will be here soon! Still asking for recommendation votes, comments, and monthly tickets!
341 together! You idiot, it hurts the same up there! (Bonus chapter for 23,500 comments)
Updated: 2013-09-21 19:04:16 Word Count: 3457
Mu Yunhe practically carried Luo Zhiheng onto the bed. The two of them rolled inside together and then became entangled.
Clothes fell to the ground, and in the chaos, Mu Yunhe groaned and cried out, "Ouch! Ouch! My ribs!"
Luo Zhiheng, who was being held and pressed down by Mu Yunhe, was startled by his words. A sliver of clarity returned to her burning desire, and she quickly lifted herself up, only to see that his snow-white undergarment was stained crimson with blood. Luo Zhiheng was horrified: "How could this happen? When did you get injured? Did that beast Luo Erduo do this?"
Mu Yunhe felt a bit more pain and frowned, saying, "She bumped into the table leg when she pushed me away, and she probably broke a bone."
"Damn it! I'm going to kill her!" Luo Zhiheng roared, but gently lifted his clothes, revealing a patch of blood below his thin chest.
"How can you still hold on like this? I'm going to find Huo Yun." Luo Zhiheng turned over to get out of bed, but Mu Yunhe grabbed her hand.
He hissed and gasped for breath, shivering as he said, "Don't go looking for it, it's about to explode, Ah Heng, don't run away, this day was bound to come sooner or later, wasn't it? It really hurts, Ah Heng, do you want me to die? It hurts so much, it hurts even more than if I had broken my ribs, you promised to hold me and give me what I wanted, you promised me."
He kept nagging in a mournful and accusatory tone, but it wasn't really nagging anymore; it was more like a disguised form of pleading and a desperate cry born of sadness and torment.
Luo Zhiheng stared blankly at Mu Yunhe, whose handsome face was stained with crimson, and who lay there trembling. The wound on his chest looked somewhat shocking, but his manhood stood upright.
It's a dilemma. The wound might be able to wait, but once you've been aroused, the life-saving medicine seems to have to wait. The wound is temporary, but the life-saving medicine is for life.
And Mu Yunhe is right, this day was bound to come sooner or later, how long could she wait? She loves him, doesn't she? Since she loves him, is there any need to hold back? Of course not. Since there's no need to hold back, what's there to hesitate about?
Luo Zhiheng asked herself the question and answered it in her heart, quickly making up her mind. She just hadn't thought about this issue before, but once she figured it out, she wasn't the kind of person to drag things out.
"Where are you going again, Ah Heng? Are you really not going to take care of me?" Seeing that she was about to leave again, Mu Yunhe grabbed her tightly. He was no longer forceful and domineering, but instead softened his attitude with a pitiful look. Her dreamy eyes, flushed cheeks, innocent, sad, and cautious appearance were pure and innocent enough to touch anyone's heart.