Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

In the Heavenly Tyrant Blade Sect's Hall, the candlelight burned fiercely, the flickering flames crackling softly.

Bei Huoyue's figure was reflected in the lamplight; her small face was strikingly beautiful, her breasts were full, and her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand.

With long, straight legs and a supple, boneless figure, her curvaceous figure is exceptionally eye-catching.

Her eyes, which were already slanted at the corners, now stared straight into Ba Dao's eyes.

Ba Dao's Adam's apple bobbed twice, and his usually cold and sharp eyes were now surging with a burning heat.

She's a real beauty!

Big breasts, slim waist, long legs, and small face!

Apart from a brief encounter with Xie Lingyun twenty years ago, I have never seen such a beautiful woman before.

If I could have her, why would I need to hold my wife every night and close my eyes to fantasize about Xie Lingyun?

He gave a deep shout, and his rough hand went straight for Yue Qinghan's waist, wanting to pull that alluring body into his arms.

Yue Qinghan's waist was as light as a willow, and with a slight twist of her toes, she took a half-step back like a drifting catkin, barely dodging the hand of the Overlord Blade.

"Why is the sect leader in such a hurry?" She parted her lips slightly, her breath sweet as orchids. "Now that I have come to seek refuge with you, I am naturally one of your people. Why are you in such a rush?"

As she spoke, Yue Qinghan took half a step forward, just inches away from Ba Dao. The cool fragrance emanating from her body, mixed with a faint pink scent, wafted into his nostrils.

Ba Dao was aroused by her charm, and all he wanted to do was to hold this woman tightly in his hands, crush her, and swallow her to the bone.

Suddenly, the hall door was kicked open, and the crisp sound of metal clashing shattered the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

Ba Tian, ​​the son of the Overlord Blade, wielded a horizontal blade, the blade gleaming coldly as it scraped against the door frame, and strode into the hall.

His young face flushed crimson, and he slammed his sword down on the ground, the blade embedding itself three-tenths of an inch into the stone, as he roared angrily:

"Father! You mustn't do this! Qinghan is my confidante, and she has long since given her heart to me!"

Ba Tian stared intently at Yue Qinghan, his eyes burning with the intense infatuation unique to young people, completely unaware that his words had become a declaration of war against his own father.

Upon hearing this, Ba Dao turned around, his lust instantly turning into raging fury: "You wicked brat! How dare you lay a finger on such a beauty? Get out!"

The father and son's eyes met, sparks flew, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense, all because of a woman.

Meanwhile, Yue Qinghan, the source of all the trouble, stepped aside, leaning against the window, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

She twirled a strand of hair around her temple with her fingertips, her eyes sweeping over Ba Dao first, her gaze hooked, stirring up an itch within Ba Dao's anger.

Looking at Batian again, a gentle wave rippled in her eyes, causing Batian's ears to turn red, and his anger transformed into a strong desire to protect her.

Without uttering a word, Yue Qinghan had a firm grasp on the thoughts of the father and son with just her eyes.

Ba Dao's anger flared, fueled by both his son's disobedience and lust for Yue Qinghan's body. He said fiercely:

"I'm telling you today, this woman is mine!"

Ba Tian, ​​however, held his neck stiffly, his sword held horizontally in front of him, his gaze fixed on Yue Qinghan, each word ringing with conviction:

"Father! I will marry no one but Qinghan in this life! If you try to force me, I will fight to the death!"

Before she could finish speaking, Yue Qinghan suddenly let out a soft "Ah!"

The fabric on her shoulders slipped loosely, revealing her fair neck and delicate collarbone.

Her fingers moved in a half-hearted gesture, but her eyes held a hint of tender panic as she timidly glanced at the two of them.

The father and son, Ba Dao, instantly fixed their gazes on that glimpse of spring, their hearts filled with an even stronger itch.

The anger from the previous argument transformed into fierce determination in their fight. With a roar, they drew their swords and charged out of the hall, determined to fight to the death!

......

The flashing blades outside the courtyard subsided, and Ba Tian lay on the ground, barely breathing.

Ba Dao wiped the blood off his body, strode back to the hall, grabbed Yue Qinghan, and led her into the inner bedroom, closing the door heavily behind him.

After a series of heavy breathing and groans, Yue Qinghan, naked, pressed against Ba Dao's broad chest muscles, her fingertips gently tracing the scar on his neck.

Ba Dao's rough, large hands massaged her shoulders, while his other hand gripped her waist, pulling her tightly into his arms.

"From now on, you're only allowed to treat me like this, and you're not allowed to..."

"Hmm! The sect leader is still as vigorous as ever. That strike just now made Qinghan's heart tremble."

Am I old?

"old!"

"Then why are you still with me...?"

"I like sect leaders who are vigorous even in their old age. I've seen too many young ones, and I don't like them."

Ba Dao smiled with satisfaction.

Men have always been afraid of being told they're old by women, afraid that one word will reveal the marks of time, and afraid of losing their spirit and charm.

But if the word "old" is followed by praise such as "still vigorous," and by heartfelt favor and certainty, then it becomes the most comforting compliment.

Even when told I'm old, I only feel that those words contain a unique recognition, a sincere sentiment of "having seen it all, I only love you".

That, on the contrary, warms the heart more than hearing a thousand empty, youthful praises.

Ba Dao's heart burned with desire from her teasing, and he tightened his grip on her shoulder, saying in a deep voice:

"I heard that your Heaven on Earth was taken over by Xikunlun. You came to me because you want me to protect you."

rest assured!

I'll protect you even if it costs me my life. Even if Cui Juqing faces my "God-Slaying One-Slash Slash," he'll have to give me three strikes!

Yue Qinghan gently shook her head, which was buried in his chest muscles, her voice soft yet firm:

"Sect Leader, you've misunderstood. Protecting me is only one aspect; I also need you to help me kill someone."

Ba Dao raised an eyebrow and gripped her shoulder tightly with his palm: "Kill who?"

Yue Qinghan raised her eyes, a hint of coldness veiled beneath her alluring gaze, and said clearly, "Xie Xiaoyi."