"Hey, you're not allowed to laugh!"
The laughter never stopped, instead, it beca even more intense.
"Hahahaha!"
There was both laughter mocking Xiao Ruawen for her stubbornness and laughter of relief as everyone opened up to each other.
"Ahem... I don't know what you're laughing at, anyway, I don't like Brother Chou Fan!" Xiao Ruawen puffed her cheeks and emphasized again after the laughter subsided.
"Right, right, Ruan Wen doesn't like her brother." Zhang Yiyi pretended to agree, but she was actually still mocking.
"Yeah right, keep saying right, the tiger doesn't show its power!" Xiao Ruawen, who was sharing a blanket with Zhang Yiyi, directly tickled her underarm.
"Ah~ hahaha... Ruan Wen, I'm wrong..."
"Still agreeing or not!"
"Haha... not agreeing anymore... hahaha..."
...
"Where are you running, thief?!"
As the night fell, I gripped the weapon in my hand tightly.
Finally! With eager anticipation, the thief fell into my carefully laid trap.
Feeling secretly pleased, I saw him still trying to struggle, and with a swift swing, the "crack" of the whip resounded through the air, landing heavily on him with a long-planned strike.
Looking over, the audacious thief had already fainted...
"Finally caught him!"
Upon hearing this, An Xiangdong's lips curled into a sly and playful smile; he ghosted gracefully beside , stomping his foot firmly on him!
"I nodded with satisfaction."
Then I asked An Xiangdong, "Can we return to Jianghu College now?"
Seeing him nod in agreent, I promptly tied up the prisoner's feet and reluctantly bid farewell to Xu Yuling... The story began half a month ago... After several heavy rains, the sun felt pale washed by the rainwater, and the sumr passed by in the rumbling thunder of the sumr storms...
If the biggest advantage of winter vacation for students is going out to play with friends, then at this mont, I was the most miserable child in the world...
My great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather were once the Sect Leaders of the Tai Chi Sect, but with the change of tis, their glory in the martial arts world has faded like yesterday's flowers... To maintain traditional martial arts, my generation started living in temples from a young age, with paper houses, Tai Chi Bagua diagrams, red paper and cloth for drawing talismans, and the secret manuals piled up in the Sect Leader's room.
Throughout the long river of history, many powerful martial arts skills faced extinction due to the lack of inheritance.
With the Tai Chi Sect as the leader, gangs with regret for traditional skills derived stories of "heroic feats," as they saw the cri rate in society decrease.
On the foundation of society's gratitude towards martial arts, two factions gradually erged to manage it: one led by technology elites representing capitalism, and the other comprising martial arts inheritors ford by traditional literature. In the long course of history, we inherited the firm will left by our predecessors. Thus, a school called Jianghu was born, an organization derived from the descendants of the martial arts world. The establishnt of Jianghu College is the embodint of the immortal spirit of traditional literature, culture, and martial arts! Yet, idealism and reality were starkly different, and half a month later, the so-called revival of the martial arts world at Jianghu College dwindled to just a little over twenty people...
No ti for sadness, a sensational major case occurred in the martial arts world— the theft of the martial arts world treasure, the Martial Order! What's worse, the criminal used secret martial arts techniques to travel back in ti, intending to wipe out our gangs in the past.
As the newly appointed Sect Leader of the Tai Chi Sect, I carried the hopes of leaders from various factions and activated the secret technique, traveling through ti with the criminal, back to a thousand years ago!
I arrived at dawn during my first arrival, with the heavy frost and dew of the morning entrapping this era in a dense white fog.
Wearing a dark Daoist robe, I landed cautiously outside the city gates of Lian City, vigilantly surveying the surroundings... According to historical records, in about half an hour, a mysterious organization claiming to be the Dark Moon Sect would declare themselves as responding to the heavenly call and sound the trumpet of rebellion!
Quite a number of distinguished families had already gotten word and were heading grandiosely towards the city.
It wasn't long before the Dark Moon Sect swept in with a large force, and those who couldn't escape were slaughtered under their blades rcilessly. Although I knew the Dark Moon Sect's occupation would bring a terrifying hell on earth, bearing profound skills, I discreetly hid atop the city wall, patiently waiting for the incident to end.
It's not that I feared death, but because I deeply understood the importance of historical events; if I carelessly killed soone from this era, even a tiny change could irreparably alter the future...
Therefore, I dared not take risks with this matter.
Amidst the chaos and confusion, the war's gust passed by my ears, and I hid according to rules, fearing that any mistake would alter history through , making a culprit for the ages, worried that the reckless onslaught would crash into , casting down the abyss, shattered and unable to return...
The wheel of history rolled forward amidst the riotous clamor, and in the blink of an eye, the once-prosperous dynasty was reduced to ruins, consud in battles.
About ten days later, when the situation stabilized, I wandered aimlessly at the city gate.
This period coincided with the nobles' entry into the new dynasty; they chatted and laughed, a parade of carriages and horses, showy and ostentatious; I barely had ti to complain before hearing sobs from the city gate not far away, muttering 'mother, mother,' a lost child or a 'war orphan'?
I glanced over and saw a little girl in tattered hemp clothing crying her heart out."
I curiously looked at her, seeing her tears scatter in the blowing wind, her cheeks turning ruddy from the chilly breeze, like a crying doll placed beside a warm-yellow lamp.
With no one at ho, both of us stayed in the living room watching movies all afternoon.
Xia Xiaoxiao said she was cold, and Xu Qingfan took out a blanket from the drawer.
Sharing one blanket, the two of them slowly snuggled closer together.
At so point, Xia Xiaoxiao's legs rested on Xu Qingfan's thighs, and not long after, Xia Xiaoxiao sat completely in Xu Qingfan's lap.
Habitually, Xia Xiaoxiao cuddled into Xu Qingfan's arms, and soon Xu Qingfan couldn't hold back and lowered his head to kiss Xia Xiaoxiao.
The passionate kiss quickly aroused Xia Xiaoxiao's emotions, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Xu Qingfan's neck, her breath gradually becoming rapid.
Xu Qingfan slightly turned the beautiful woman in his arms over, placing one hand on her prominent breast, squeezing it slightly with force.
Xia Xiaoxiao couldn't help but let out murmurs of "Mm, mm" and "Ah, ah," occasionally breaking away from his lips to gulp air, the tingling sensation making her legs weak, but when she bent them, she bumped into Xu Qingfan's already rigid and upright pants.
Xia Xiaoxiao felt a mix of bashfulness and helplessness, so she instinctively bent one leg, gently pushing her raised thigh against Xu Qingfan's crotch.
It was the first ti Xu Qingfan felt Xia Xiaoxiao active in hinting at sexuality, though Xia Xiaoxiao herself wasn't sure if her actions were appropriate, yet it greatly aroused his desire.
Xia Xiaoxiao could feel the hardness and heat pressing against her leg, so she moved her hips awkwardly to avoid the uncomfortable sensation.
But such behavior would be a deadly temptation for any man, not to ntion Xu Qingfan, a youth with blood rushing through his veins.
Xu Qingfan instantly felt the heat ignite below, with an overpowering urge to push the beauty in his arms down and ravage her filling his entire being!
"Mmm..." Xu Qingfan lightly humd, then leaned down to bite on Xia Xiaoxiao's tender cherry-red lips, greedily sucking in the sweet nectar.
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