The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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He didn't even glance at the brocade pouch, but turned his gaze to the window and exclaimed, "Master Wang and Elder Qian are truly wise and righteous!"

"I understand!"

He paused, then sternly ordered Li, the commander beside him, "Li, what are you standing there for?"

Pass on my message: handle this as a special case and simplify the verification process!

Everyone, be alert! Raise the sluice gates immediately and let the fleet pass!

There must be no mistakes!

"Yes, my lord!"

Li, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, turned and ran away.

Wei Bairu then turned around and smiled at Wang Meng, "Master Wang, look, isn't that perfect?"

Come, have some tea!

Now that the matter is resolved, this tea tastes much better.

Wang Meng picked up his teacup, drank the untouched Longjing tea in one gulp, then stood up and cupped his hands in greeting: "I've already had my tea."

"Lord Wei, until we meet again."

Having said that, he didn't even glance at the silver notes on the table, turned around, and strode away with Elder Qian.

Wei Bairu watched his retreating figure, his smile undiminished, but his eyes became increasingly meaningful.

He slowly and deliberately used a small ivory spoon to slip the bag of silver notes into his sleeve, his movements elegant, as if he were handling a candied kumquat.

As Wang Meng and Elder Qian disappeared from the shore.

Fang Yanqing stood on the top deck like a beautiful ice sculpture, her phoenix eyes sweeping over the shipwrights and disciples on the deck below, each performing their duties. Her powerful aura enveloped the entire flagship sand ship, making everyone hold their breath.

During this time, there was a figure on the ship who possessed "privileges" that no one else could attain.

That was Zhou Zhiruo.

She was responsible for Zhao Min's three meals a day, as well as the daily life of her master, Fang Yanqing.

Zhao Min's identity is a top secret. It's not that Wang Meng and Fang Yanqing don't trust the disciples of Emei or the Beggars' Sect, but this matter is of great importance, and the more people who know, the greater the risk.

In addition, in a sense, this Mongolian princess lived on the ship.

This in itself is the greatest deterrent to the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, making them hesitant to act rashly.

Zhou Zhiruo was also the only person who could freely enter and exit the restricted area on the top floor of the ship without prior notification.

She had no idea who the "distinguished guest" she served day and night was, only assuming he was an important relative of Wang Meng.

But her unique treatment had already caught the attention of those who were interested.

Among the lowest-ranking sailors in the fleet, a young man with skin roughened by the river wind and a somewhat thin build was bending over, coiling a heavy rope.

His hands moved with practiced skill and dexterity, but his eyes were much sharper than those of a real sailor.

This person is none other than Yin Susu, the daughter of the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect.

As the fleet entered the waters of Jiangning Prefecture and the territory of the Sky Eagle Sect, Yin Susu could no longer suppress her restlessness.

Her sole purpose in boarding the ship was to rescue Zhao Min, the Mongolian princess who had been abducted by Wang Meng.

In this way, she could achieve her own goals.

However, during this time, Wang Meng and the beautiful Taoist nun have been guarding the top floor almost every step of the way. She can't even be sure of the exact location where Zhao Min is being held, so she has no way to make a move.

Now, the opportunity has come.

Wang Meng has already disembarked. The only top expert left on the ship is that menacing "Extinction Master".

Find wealth in danger!

Yin Susu hesitated briefly, a resolute glint in her eyes.

Even if it's just a test, we have to do something!

Her gaze was precisely fixed on the frail figure holding an exquisite food box.

Zhou Zhiruo was carrying the meal she had prepared for Zhao Min as she walked up the stairs along a relatively secluded passage on one side of the deck.

The aroma of delicate pastries wafted from the food box. As she walked, she was thinking about the few things the abbess had instructed her to do earlier, completely unaware that a dark shadow, like a night hawk gliding close to the ground, had silently followed her from behind a pile of canvas.

Just as she reached a corner where clutter was piled up, a strong and powerful hand suddenly covered her mouth and nose from behind, while the fingers of another hand accurately struck the "numbness point" on her lower back!

"Well!"

Zhou Zhiruo felt a numbness in her lower back, and all her strength was instantly drained away, leaving her unable to even utter a cry of surprise.

The food box in her hand tilted forward, but the shadowy figure caught it firmly with his other hand and gently placed it on the ground without making a sound.

The next moment, she was lightly lifted up by the waist and dragged into a small, smelly storage compartment next to her, filled with old sails and ropes.

The hatch closed silently, and in the dim light, Zhou Zhiruo stared in horror at the face of the young sailor before her.

A cold smile, completely at odds with his rough appearance, appeared on the young man's face, and even his voice regained a touch of feminine clarity: "Little sister, don't be afraid, I just want to ask you something."

Yin Susu's face was very close, her breath as sweet as orchids, but her words made Zhou Zhiruo feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Tell me, which cabin is that 'distinguished guest' upstairs being held in?"

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes widened, a hint of stubbornness rising from her fear. She bit her lip hard and shook her head desperately.

Yin Susu clicked her tongue, seemingly losing patience.

With a flick of her wrist, a short blade, as thin as a cicada's wing and curved like an eagle's beak, slid into her palm.

The cold blade brushed against Zhou Zhiruo's delicate cheek, bringing a chilling sensation.

"My patience isn't very good."

Yin Susu's voice turned icy: "Speak, or not?"

Zhou Zhiruo's body went completely limp, embraced by Yin Susu's strong and powerful arms.

That brief contact had filled her with a deep sense of fear and humiliation at being violated by a male. The man's presence and the strength of his arm sent chills down her spine.

But the clear female voice in her ear threw her mind into chaos.

She tried to struggle, but her limbs felt as heavy as lead. A tingling, weak sensation came from the pressure points on her lower back, making it impossible for her to even move a finger.

Fear, anger, confusion... a mix of emotions intertwined on her innocent face, ultimately transforming into a stunned, terrified expression.

Yin Susu frowned slightly as she looked at the pretty face of the girl in her arms, which was filled with fear and stubbornness.

Being identified as having a different gender was undoubtedly a small surprise.

She had intended to extract information through verbal interrogation, but now it seemed that this would only waste more time and increase unnecessary variables.

The beautiful and terrifying Taoist nun upstairs possesses an unfathomable sensitivity; any slight movement could lead to utter destruction.

Thinking of this, the last trace of hesitation in Yin Susu's eyes vanished completely.

She stopped talking nonsense, her left hand still covering Zhou Zhiruo's mouth and nose to prevent her from making any sound, while her right hand, with fingers like a knife, swiftly and precisely sliced ​​the side of Zhou Zhiruo's slender neck.

"Well……"

Before Zhou Zhiruo could even let out a muffled groan, her bright eyes instantly lost their luster, her eyelids closed heavily, and her entire body, like a delicate flower that had lost its support, collapsed completely into Yin Susu's arms.

Become!

Yin Susu gently laid the unconscious Zhou Zhiruo flat on a pile of relatively clean old canvas.

The girl's breathing was steady and long, indicating that she was only in a deep coma and not in any danger to her life.

After doing all this, Yin Susu finally had time to carefully examine the prey she had "captured".

In the dim light, Zhou Zhiruo's face appeared even more beautiful and refined, her long eyelashes like two small feather fans casting faint shadows under her eyes.

Her skin was so fair it was almost transparent, and you could faintly see the pale blue veins beneath it.

That's a delicate tenderness that can only be cultivated through careful nurturing, untouched by the world. Plum blossoms... I didn't intend to sing of you, Lin Zaizai...

A cold, beautiful smile appeared on Yin Susu's lips.

She reached out and began to undress Zhou Zhiruo.

Her movements were slow and meticulous, as if she were admiring a beautiful work of art that was about to be hers, or like a mother leopard playing with her prey that was about to enter her mouth.

First, there was that light blue Emei Sect outer robe.

The fabric was just ordinary cotton, but it was starched very clean and carried a faint scent of soap and the unique, honey-like fragrance of a young girl.

Yin Susu greedily inhaled the aroma, feeling as if the hidden potential within her had been awakened.

When the outer robe was untied and removed, the moon-white inner garment was revealed.

The inner garment clung tightly to the girl's shapely body, outlining her still-developing yet already captivating curves.

Yin Susu's gaze lingered for a moment on Zhou Zhiruo's slightly protruding chest.

Her fingers, with a slightly cool touch, gently traced the ties of her inner garment.

With a soft rustling sound, the ties were untied, and the front of the garment opened to the sides, revealing a pink silk bodice underneath.

This bib is quite exquisitely made, with a pair of small mandarin ducks embroidered on it in gold thread, clearly a private item belonging to a young woman.

Yin Susu's breathing became slightly heavier, almost imperceptibly.

Instead of immediately untying the bodice, she stretched out her fingers and gently touched the soft tip through the thin silk fabric.

Even through the fabric, she could clearly feel the tiny bud harden slightly from the sudden touch.

A strange, slightly wicked feeling welled up from the bottom of Yin Susu's heart.

As if she had discovered an interesting toy, she began to gently circle her fingers on those bound, soft breasts.

She could feel that the youthful and perfect body in her arms was reacting instinctively and unconsciously to her teasing.

She leaned down, her nose almost touching Zhou Zhiruo's cheek, greedily inhaling the delicate fragrance of her virginity.

Finally, she reached around Zhou Zhiruo's neck and untied the silk ribbon of her bodice.

Like the last petal, the pink bodice slipped from the girl's chest. Her flawless, snow-white breasts were finally exposed without any cover to the dim air.

They are not huge, but they are upright in shape, like two inverted white porcelain bowls, round and smooth.

Her skin was as smooth as the finest jade, gleaming with an ivory-like luster in the dim light.