The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Yang Guo looked at the suddenly opened door.

That familiar, delicate fragrance drifted into his nostrils.

The woman in front of me, dressed in a purple outfit, had a graceful figure and her eyes were captivatingly beautiful.

Since that day we parted, I don't know how many dawns and dusks have passed.

He had thought he was going to look for her, but unexpectedly she appeared before him so suddenly.

Like a ray of light suddenly illuminating a dark room, it made his heart flutter, and a smile unconsciously spread across his eyes.

Cheng Yaojia is indeed a member of the Quanzhen Sect.

A gentle breeze wafted by, and a familiar, delicate fragrance drifted into his arms.

Cheng Yaojia wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her flushed cheeks pressed against his chest, rubbing against him gently and dependently.

Yang Guo lowered his head and rested it against the top of her head, inhaling the faint fragrance from his memory, and for a moment he felt somewhat dazed.

It wasn't until his palm touched her soft, voluptuous body again that he snapped out of his daze.

He cupped her flushed face in his hands, his gaze deep and earnest as he carefully examined her.

Her hair, as black as clouds, was tied into an elegant bun, with a simple jade hairpin inserted at an angle, revealing an innate elegance in her simplicity.

Her face remained fair and plump, with a subtle, lustrous sheen like mutton fat, as if radiating a tranquil, soft glow.

Her eyes were especially captivating at that moment, filled with joy as they moved.

The fine lines at the corners of the eyes are not the marks of time, but rather the charm left by days of lingering smiles and emotions; with a slight curve, they spread out a gentle ripple.

Yang Guo gently touched the corner of her slightly damp eyes.

"My husband, I've missed you so much these days," she said, her voice slightly hoarse as she expressed her affection.

"Jial, you are so beautiful."

Cheng Yaojia's cheeks burned even hotter when she heard Yang Guo's sweet words.

"Really?"

She reluctantly pulled away from his embrace and gracefully twirled in front of him.

She stood tall and gracefully, displaying herself with confidence.

"My lord, is Jia'er pretty?"

She moved with light, graceful steps, turning to face the wind.

Her full and shapely figure outlines the unique, subtle yet full, and vibrant curves of a mature woman.

Yang Guo pulled her back into his arms.

a long time.

"Husband, you're hugging me too... hard."

Cheng Yaojia said this, but she was overjoyed inside.

But just before he lost his mind and suffocated, he said intermittently:

"Husband, carry me back to the room."

Yang Guo's right hand steadily supported her long, straight legs, while his left arm wrapped around her waist. With a slight effort, he lifted her up gracefully.

Cheng Yaojia hooked her arms around his neck and nestled in his embrace.

Her eyes darted around, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the familiar church furnishings around her. A thought flashed through her mind that she should behave herself here.

But this thought was quickly overwhelmed by the deep longing in her heart.

His strong heartbeat had already rendered all her concerns insignificant.

Fortunately, Yang Guo still had some sense; he simply carried her into the room and sat her down at the table.

Cheng Yaojia naturally couldn't leave his embrace.

Cheng Yaojia gently twirled his black hair that hung down his chest with her fingers, and asked in confusion, "Husband, why are you wearing a Taoist robe?"

Yang Guo naturally had nothing to hide from her, so he told her that he was coming to find her.

Cheng Yaojia stared wide-eyed.

She picked up the invitation she had put down on the table.

Speechless, I stared at the blank bottom right corner of the invitation.

Yang Guo noticed her expression and sensed something was wrong. He was about to peek out when he saw her expression.

Cheng Yaojia calmly closed the book.

Then she turned her head and kissed Yang Guo's lips.

Yang Guo was caught off guard by the forced kiss and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

The woman, on the other hand, was incredibly passionate.

She barely probed before nimbly seizing it.

She slightly opened her eyes, shyly observing Yang Guo's expression.

Upon seeing the incredibly handsome yet undeniably masculine young man, she closed her eyes.

Yang Guo's martial arts had long since achieved the harmony of Yin and Yang, and now every move he made was in accordance with the principles of nature, with Yin and Yang already blended together.

A woman's thoughts are always on her husband, so naturally she observes what she thinks about.

But the man's actions pulled her back to her thoughts.

She closed her eyes, savoring the man's tenderness and domineering presence.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Yang Guo looked down at the purple-clad woman who was almost suffocating and limp.

Anger rose in my heart.

Cheng Yaojia squinted, showing no intention of stopping her at all.

Even with her small mouth slightly open, her breath, fragrant as orchids, sprayed onto Yang Guo's neck, as if she wanted to welcome him but hesitated.

Cheng Yaojia thought that a storm was about to break out.

But after waiting for a long time, the man did not make any further moves.

She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at Yang Guo.

The man smiled and watched her alluring demeanor.

Cheng Yaojia blushed. No matter how much she missed him, she couldn't resist his teasing.

With her little mouth slightly pouting, she was about to bite him.

It was obvious that Yang Guo was superior, as he was one step ahead and dodged her attack.

Cheng Yaojia was very dissatisfied. She had gone to such lengths, yet this man hadn't just taken her right away?

Cheng Yaojia's eyes darted around, then she said angrily, "Tell me, are you hiding other women in this sect?"

Yang Guo broke out in a cold sweat.

They worried that this woman would also do something like climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles, just like other women.

He could only whisper in her ear.

Cheng Yaojia's eyes were filled with spring-like desire, but because of his words, she didn't know how to continue.

"Husband, no, you can't do that."

Yang Guo laughed and asked, "So what were you thinking just now?"

Cheng Yaojia was furious when she heard the man's teasing; this jerk didn't miss her at all.

All he knows is how to humiliate her.

Then she'll bite him to death.

Yang Guo sat down in the chair with an air of nonchalance.

But the woman had vanished without a trace.

Yang Guo casually picked up the invitation on the table, glanced at it, and then lightly patted his Taoist robe at the knees.

Cheng Yaojia was struck on the head, and then her pretty face was revealed, with her big eyes looking at her innocently.

She's having a great time.

Unfortunately, Yang Guo wasn't so happy after seeing the invitation.

What about the small print in the bottom right corner?

Seeing that her lover had no further instructions, Cheng Yaojia took the initiative.

They chatted about this for a while, then rubbed that side.

"Hiss!" Yang Guo gasped as he looked at the invitation.

"Jial, did your master give you this invitation?"

A series of "hmm" sounds came from inside.

Yang Guo was speechless.

The old Taoist priests were playing tricks on him.

They even made two sets of invitations.

But little did they know that, whether he came or not, this woman would only belong to him.

Cheng Yaojia was puzzled.

She looked up at her husband.

Yang Guo, naturally not wanting her to be disturbed, said, "Continue."

Cheng Yaojia stopped caring about anything else.

"Jial, do you miss your husband very much?"

Cheng Yaojia spat inwardly and outwardly.

"And...where is my...husband?"

She was actually quite satisfied with her learning ability.

What do you think?

"Hehe, it seems my husband misses me too."

Should we reward him again?

Then she looked at him with her big, watery eyes, blinking repeatedly.

The silent pantomime is being performed once again.

Yang Guo looked at the woman, who was suddenly in a playful mood, and was speechless for a moment: "Do you think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?"

The woman didn't answer him, she just grunted twice.

Yang Guo understood.

"You dare! From now on, it can only be me."

Cheng Yaojia rolled her eyes at him. He was such a domineering and possessive man, but she liked him very much.

She found it even more enjoyable.

Yang Guo was too lazy to care about the invitation at this point; he would settle accounts with those Taoists later.

Now he'll collect interest first, starting with this one and only female Taoist priest.

He stood up.

Yang Guo looked at this mature, sexy, and incredibly beautiful woman who was hardworking and devoted.

They had no choice but to confess everything.

Cheng Yaojia was caught off guard and had no precautions.

Yang Guo was also extremely embarrassed.

This woman is truly a natural beauty. He has done his best, but the Quanzhen Sect's interest is being collected too quickly.

After a long pause, Cheng Yaojia finally spoke: "Husband, have you forgiven Jia'er?"

Yang Guo held up the invitation as if to strike.

The woman gritted her teeth.

"My lord, but Jia'er hasn't gotten what she wants yet. Are you still going to fight?"

She pushed everything on the table to the ground.

He leaned over the table, rested his chin on his hands, and stared at the door, waiting.