Sure enough, he improved; in a fit of anger, his sentences became long and coherent.
"Ah?" Igoro continued to pounce, wrapping his limbs like an octopus, crying even more pitifully than before.
"Wushuang, so you like men... What a sin, what a terrible debt..."
Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.
With a livid face, Leng Wushuang pulled away Wu Shilang's entangled arms, then reached out and gently touched the area near her ears with her fingers, bypassing Wu Shilang's forehead.
And then, the world suddenly felt refreshed...
Having been put to sleep by acupressure, Ishiro slid weakly off Leng Wushuang's body. She was fast asleep with her mouth shut, her expression innocent and charming, her lips smacking in her sleep.
Leng Wushuang reached out and caught her, carrying her in his arms and carefully placing her on the wooden bed. He straightened her disheveled hair, carefully covered her with the blanket, and let out a long sigh.
You're so annoying!
His lips curled up in a gentle smile, a tenderness he himself was unaware of. He bent his index finger and gently tapped Isoro's head. "So, I won't cause any more trouble."
In this world, one trouble seems to be enough.
It was already dark when Leng Wushuang dashed away.
It was early evening.
Steam rose from the hot spring, and the white mist rising from the pebbles softened the darkness of the evening.
Leng Wushuang's sword tribulation gradually took effect.
Just like last time, a surge of hot true energy rose from his dantian. This time, the pain was ten times worse than before, and sweat quickly dripped down his forehead.
The tears streamed down her face and onto her clothes, completely soaking her black collar.
There's no time left.
Leng Wushuang gritted her teeth, barely managed to lift her head, and glanced around. Since it was nearing night and the West Corner was a very remote place, there was absolutely no possibility of being disturbed.
His hands, damp with sweat, trembled as he unbuttoned one button after another.
His black clothes slowly slid down, and in the moonlight and hazy mist, his body was so slender and lean, with fair skin, extremely alluring.
As he undressed, the pain intensified, making it impossible for Leng Wushuang to even stand upright. He could only hold onto the pebbles by the pool and slowly move towards the hot spring.
The moment the steaming water touched his body, he shuddered violently.
The pain felt like it was about to burst out of my pores along with the heat.
Leng Wushuang flicked her fingers, trying hard to calm herself down, and began to meditate.
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In the inn in Yuezhen, several black shadows stood in front of Wushilang's bed.
Seeing Goro sleeping soundly with drool all over his face and snoring incessantly, they broke out in a cold sweat.
"Young Master said to protect Miss Xiao's safety," the man in black said, frowning.
"Yes, so we need to release her pressure points."
"Actually, pressing the pressure point to make someone fall asleep won't hurt them."
One of them was met with disapproving looks as soon as he spoke. Generally speaking, pressing acupoints won't hurt people, but if it's too forceful and left on for too long, it can cause significant harm to the person's body.
Just by looking at how Wushang is treated, you can tell that Wushang is an abandoned man.
He was so cold and indifferent, he didn't care about anything.
With such profound internal energy, if he were to overuse it and injure the man on the bed, the consequences would be unimaginable. Because the woman on the bed is the young master's beloved.
"Hahahaha, Musou, let me touch your breasts." On the bed, Goruro suddenly laughed unrestrainedly, his face full of smugness, his hands gesturing and kneading in the air.
This startled the black-clad guards who had just fallen into deep thought by the bedside.
That lewd laugh is truly terrifying.
They exchanged quick glances, seeing despair in each other's eyes. The young master's taste was truly questionable. Given time, Miss Xiao would enter the manor…
Everyone's face showed an expression of deep sorrow.
Alas...
After a moment of silence, the head guard, who looked like a widow who had lost her son, finally coughed and said, "Let's... release Miss Xiao's acupoints. Once we're done, everyone can leave!"
The silent guards nodded in unison.
The captain of the guard slowly and carefully reached towards Igarashi's ear, about to place his finger...
Suddenly, Goruro on the bed burst into laughter, shouting, "Good, good, good, bring me two catties of pig's head meat!" He reached out with both hands, grabbed the guard captain's hand, giggled, closed his eyes, and took a bite.
The captain of the guard cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face, his facial muscles trembling.
This startled the other guards, causing them to take several steps back.
The guard captain's shout shattered the silence of the night, exceptionally loud... Not far away, the boss hurriedly closed the window, pointed at the window and threatened his son, who refused to sleep, with a look of terror on his face: "Go to sleep, listen, the wolf is coming... If you don't sleep, I'll take you away."
The little figure on the bed rolled over and closed its eyes in terror.
That scream was truly terrifying.
As he chewed, Goruro laughed, his teeth gripping the guard captain's flesh tightly, his face full of satisfaction. After a moment, he let go, patted his belly, his teeth grinding together, and mumbled in his sleep with a smile: "So full... It would be even better if there were another pound of pig ears."
The guards by the bed were so startled that they jumped back five steps from the bed.
Then they landed far away, whispering tremblingly, "Captain of the Guards, make the decision, then we'll leave."
The captain of the guard's fingers trembled as if he had suffered a stroke, filled with immense terror, as he slowly approached Isoro and swiftly pressed her pressure point, finally releasing her from its effects.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone was covered in sweat and soaked.
"Get out of here quickly, she's about to wake up."
On the bed, Isoro's eyelashes fluttered, as if he was about to wake up.
Upon receiving the order, the black-clad guard standing by the bed vanished in an instant.
Isoro stretched lazily and slowly opened his eyes.
What a long and beautiful dream.
In the dream, Leng Wushuang had a gentle and warm smile, and looked at him with a hint of doting affection. Together they ate two pounds of pig's head meat and one pound of pig's ears.
How heartwarming and romantic!
Isoro leaned against the bed, his hands cupping his face, still lost in a sweet dream, unable to pull himself out of it for a long time.
After savoring the memory for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, I suddenly felt that such a romantic dream shouldn't be enjoyed by myself alone. So I threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and hopped off to find Leng Wushuang.
Wushuang's room was pitch black, without even an oil lamp lit.
Isoro pushed open the door, walked around in the dark, adjusted his eyes to the light, and carefully surveyed the room by the moonlight.
Suddenly, to his horror, he discovered that Leng Wushuang was not in the room.
The serious yet helpless voice of Leng Wushuang immediately came to mind: I need to resolve my personal issues.
Isoro suddenly burst into tears, clutching his head.
That child really did go astray.
Isoro's heart pounded and sank to the bottom of his stomach. Two streams of tears immediately welled up as he ran and cried.
Her heartbroken appearance startled many diners in the lobby, who stopped eating.
"Where's the nearest brothel?!" Igorro roared at the boss while sobbing.
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then answered very carefully, "Young master, we don't have any brothels in Yue Town."
Isoro's anger turned to joy in an instant, and he looked at his boss with great excitement.
“However, we have many underground workers here,” the boss said mysteriously, leaning forward. “It’s very convenient, with prices ranging from high to low, and various levels available. I can find men and women, young and old, tall and short, fat and thin, for you.”
Isoro was immediately embarrassed and asked, twisting his fingers, "Boss, you do this part-time too?"
The boss flew into a rage, slamming his fist on the table and growling, "Don't let my refined and honest appearance fool you! Within a hundred miles, there's no industry I don't work in!"
The implication is that Giroro, you look down on people too much.
Isoro calmed himself down a little.
According to the boss, without sentries, Leng Wushuang would have no way to find the Ecstasy Den, which means that he was not so lucky at this point.
Given his personality, he probably wouldn't actively seek out pimps.
Isoro let out a big sigh of relief, then relaxed completely and said with a smile, "Boss, I don't want any of the other services. All I want now is a bath."
"Young master, we all bathe in the hot springs here," the owner paused, then continued, "However, it's getting late, and you can't see the path clearly. It's easy to slip and fall into the spring. Why don't you go tomorrow?"
"Go again tomorrow?" Ishiro raised his arm, sniffed his armpit, and almost fainted from the smell.
Going tomorrow won't do.
Because I haven't had a proper shower in so long!
The pool water was much hotter than before.
Bubbles rose and gurgled, clustering around Leng Wushuang.
He was covered in water droplets, indistinguishable between his own sweat and the steam from the hot spring. Drops slid down his fair, jade-like cheeks and dripped onto his chest. Because he had been soaking in the hot spring, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his lips were moist and luscious, his long, dark eyelashes were tightly covering his eyelids, and his brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that he was in great pain.
His chest heaved violently.
Just one more hour and we can break through this final obstacle.
At that time, I will not only be able to break through the sword tribulation, but my internal strength will also be able to reach a higher level.
Leng Wushuang barely managed to muster one more breath of true energy, forcefully suppressing the heat surging in her chest. Almost there, as long as she could endure this, victory would be hers.
On the other side of the hot spring, beside the pebbles by the water, stood a bewildered man named Goro, scratching his head and pondering where to enter the spring.
The area was shrouded in white mist, making it impossible to distinguish between water and land. She touched the pebbles and slowly approached the hot spring, straining her eyes to discern the location of the water.
While considering the posture of falling into the water.
After thinking for a moment, Isoro reached out and unbuttoned his clothes, then touched the pool water with his toes. The spring water was slightly hot, and the ripples spread from his toes, which was indeed very comfortable.
Without a second thought, she plunged into the hot spring.