The ethereal and graceful figure of Lady Qiao, a perfect blend of delicacy and beauty, gently moved around Qiao San. That subtle, elegant fragrance wafted toward him, making Qiao San’s eyes blur momentarily, as if once again he was seeing the Book Spirit of days past.
“Books… Mother, your child will definitely be careful!”
His heart surged with emotion, and Qiao San nearly blurted out the words “Spirit of the Book.” His mind momentarily distracted, his elbow nearly brushed against Madam Qiao’s chest.
Madam’s graceful figure trembled ever so slightly, her hands quickening their pace, while she lowered her eyelids to conceal the unusual gleam that had emerged from her heart and was directed towards Qiao San.
Bang! When Madam Qiao circled behind Qiao San, she slapped her palm onto his back. A vivid palm print first writhed as if alive on her son’s back, then with a “whoosh,” it shot into Qiao San’s body.
“Sheng’er, Mother has already transformed from the ethereal to the physical and returned to the land of the living. However, if you ever face danger in the future, you can still summon me through this palm print, just as you would summon the phoenix bird.”
“No, no… Mother, how could that be possible?”
“My decision is final. That’s it. You may leave now!”
The book spirit gracefully took a seat on the low couch by the window, picked up the Daoist text she often read, and did not cast another glance toward Qiao San.
Knowing his mother’s gentle yet strong-willed nature, Qiao San’s eyes flickered with a complex emotion. With reddened eyes and unsteady steps, he turned and walked away.
Just as Qiao San reached the door, he was suddenly called back by Madam Qiao. The mature and graceful woman hesitated briefly, a faint blush rising on her dignified face, as she firmly said, “By the way, from now on, when others are present, you should call me Shuling, to avoid ridicule from the Three Realms.”
The reasoning was sound; a mother becoming her son’s summoned spirit was indeed something easy to laugh at. However, when Qiao San heard it, his heart surged like a roaring tidal wave, and all his thoughts were completely contrary to common sense.
Could it be that…
Maybe…
Could it be that…
A myriad of chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind. In an instant, Qiao San became dazed and confused, not even remembering how he walked out of the pavilion. He only recalled responding with a single sentence, which caused the book spirit—his mother—to shudder abruptly. The elegant space within the pavilion fell into an indescribable silence, where even the faintest breath, usually imperceptible, sounded as loud as thunder.
Before long, the mysterious night cloaked everything in darkness; the Qiao household had already fallen into a hushed and dreamlike silence.
When troubled in mind, Qiao San’s favorite thing was to rest his head on the exquisite jade breasts of the twelfth one, and tonight was no exception.
“Well, Master San, it’s been so long since you’ve shown me any affection!” Twelve, beneath the man, was always the kind of woman who could melt a man’s heart completely.
“Hu…”
Qiao San took a deep whiff of the rich, fragrant aroma before plunging his fingers into the soft mounds, kneading them vigorously. After a while, the man’s breathing became heavy and intense, as he murmured in a voice like scorching flames, “You little temptress, you only left my bed this morning. It hasn’t even been six hours—how can you say it’s been long? You deserve a punishment!”
The man’s passionate clapping sent waves of milky allure surging, the crisp slapping sounds echoing continuously. Those supreme jade breasts always bewitched him, leaving him forever entranced and consumed by desire.
Twelve let out a pained yelp as she was struck. Her tall figure stiffened, and she wrapped both arms around the young master’s head, forcefully pressing his face into her bosom while moaning, “Mm… It’s been hours already, isn’t that long enough?! Ah… Master San, don’t… don’t bite! If you bite again… Twelve’s milk will… spray out once more!”
“Wow, milk water! Hongyun wants to eat——”
A cheer pierced through the window, shattering the sturdy glass into pieces. Two braids, like arrows shot straight upward, darted through the broken window. The powerful gust of wind blew chairs and tables over, creating a terrifying scene indeed.
“Ah!” Shi Er let out a cry of alarm, but it wasn’t the cry of pleasure during intimate moments; rather, it was the instinctive fear developed over the past few days.
Little Hongyun actually appeared at this moment, kicking away the unperceptive father with one foot, and dove headfirst into the twelve concubine’s exquisite jade breasts, gulping down the delicious breast milk mouthful after mouthful.
“You… you—stupid girl!”
Even with his thick skin and brazen face, he couldn’t help blushing, hastily wrapping himself in a sheet to cover his naked body, while glaring with intense jealousy as Xiaohong claimed the milk that had once been exclusively his.
Her anger had been building up more and more until finally she could no longer endure it. Qiao San grabbed the little girl’s pigtails, rushed her toward the broken window, and threw her out with force. Then she quickly set up a powerful barrier, angrily saying to the female guards outside, “Do not ever let her in again, or from now on you’ll be the ones taking care of her permanently!”
“Cluck, cluck…”
Several fox girls first burst into laughter, their giggles shaking like blooming branches in the wind. However, upon hearing Qiao San’s threat, their expressions abruptly changed, and they hurried back to their posts as if facing a formidable enemy. Their speed left Qiao San astonished, nearly making him exclaim in disbelief.
“That annoying little brat! Twelve, do you still have any milk left? I want to taste it too…” The rascal flew onto the bed in one swift motion, his greedy tongue rolling in the air.
“Ko, ko… Young Master San has already been drained by Hongyun!”
With a seductive shiver, Twelve presented her still full and firm, yet milkless, exquisite jade-like breasts to Qiao San’s lips.
The rascal, not yet giving up, simultaneously used his mouth and hands, but indeed, there was no more milk. A surge of frustration ignited within him, and Qiao San suddenly lunged downward, chuckling, “Heh, heh… no water upstairs anymore—Master San will just have to feast downstairs!”
“Ahh… Ohh…”
The little fox girl’s joyful cries pierced through the clouds, her slender legs tightly clamped, yet they couldn’t stop the white tiger cub from completely succumbing.
Inside the room, soft moans of passion echoed as the bedcovers tossed and turned like crimson waves. Outside, in the distance, a young maid leaped up from the dust, gritting her teeth in hatred. “Hmph! Dare to throw me out? Just wait and see how this young lady will teach that bad father a lesson, hee, hee… You’ll regret it, just you wait!”
The Sea of Earth, Zifu Mountain.
The majestic Sea Dragon Mother, her divine presence radiating regal grace, shattered a huge boulder with a single palm strike, yet her fury remained unabated. The noble and dignified female immortal clenched her teeth, her voice sharp with rage as she spat out each word: “Boldly San, this palace shall tear you limb from limb!”
Mother Dragon approached Taiyuan Yuni gently and comforted her, saying, “I have used the underwater mysterious ice to preserve Yuanshi’s body. Rest assured, I have already found a good method to bring Yuanshi back to life!”
“Oh, that’s great!”
Yuan Shi’s unexpected incident had already left Tai Yuan in a state of mental disarray, involuntarily placing all his hopes on his close friend.
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