Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Following the sound, Xie Xiaoyi floated up, hooking his toes on the eaves of the Hall of Righteousness, his body hanging upside down against the corner of the eaves.

By the light of the lamp, I looked inside.

Inside the Hall of Righteous Gathering, Han Tianlei, his shirt open, the black hair on his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing, clutched a wine jar in his hand, cursing loudly:

"Damn it! I must have encountered a ghost today!"

The old monk's Golden Bell Shield was impervious to swords and spears, but the young monk was an even more ruthless scourge!

One punch and the third brother's head was cracked open! I've lived this long and never seen such a vicious and tough opponent!

Mou Shaoyue shrank back in her chair, shuddering at the words, her hand holding the wine bowl trembling.

"Brother, that's right!"

That old monk doesn't kill, but the young monk is a vegetarian demon!

We'd better keep a tight watch on the village tonight; who knows if those master and apprentice will sneak in under cover of darkness?

"Be on guard! We must be on guard!" Han Tianlei took a big gulp of wine, the liquid dripping down his chin and into his clothes.

"Pass down the order: those on night watch tonight, keep your eyes wide open! If there's even the slightest disturbance, sound the gong immediately!"

Anyone who dares to slack off, I'll skin them alive!

The henchmen echoed in agreement and raised their glasses to toast him, making the noise in the Hall of Righteousness even louder.

Xie Xiaoyi stuck it under the eaves, secretly amused.

These idiots are so drunk, they probably wouldn't even be able to react to anything that happens.

Just then, he heard Mou Shaoyue sneakily approach Xiong Kaishan:

"Brother, what do you plan to do with that female镖头 (bodyguard/escort)?"

This woman's looks are so-so, but her figure is definitely that of a trained fighter.

His waist was incredibly thin, but his buttocks were firm and perky—clearly the result of years of external martial arts training. They'd feel amazing to touch!

Mentioning Lin San Niang, Han Tian Lei's eyes lit up, and a lewd smile appeared on his face:

"Heh heh, that woman's a tough nut to crack; she's all about romance..."

He put down the wine jar and wiped his mouth.

"I've never liked using force. It's no fun playing with a forced melon. It's only fun when she obediently submits to me."

Mou Shaoyue understood immediately and winked, saying, "Big brother, are you going to use the old method again?"

"Of course!" Han Tianlei slammed the wine jar onto the table.

"I had someone get my medicine from outside the Great Wall; the dosage is ample."

No matter how tough her personality is, once she drinks this, she'll be all slutty, crying and begging me to pamper her!

At this point, the henchmen started making a fuss.

"Big brother, now that you're done playing, don't forget to let us have a taste too."

"no problem."

"No problem. Last time, there was a female knight-errant from Jinling who you literally killed. In a fit of rage, the Third Master almost did *that* with her corpse..."

"Okay, I'll take it easy."

Don't mention the third brother again, he's lost his head. We'll choose a third leader from among you.

"Okay, sure!"

"Alright, I'm not drinking with you guys anymore. I'm going to meet that little wench!"

After saying that, Han Tianlei staggered out of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

His steps were unsteady, but he didn't forget to grab a jar of wine from the table.

Xie Xiaoyi's eyes sharpened. He released his toes from the eaves and slowly floated down, following silently along the wall.

Han Tianlei, carrying a wine jar, walked to his bedroom and kicked open the door.

He staggered to the center of the room, his gaze falling on Lin San Niang, who was tied to the bedpost.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Lin San Niang's hair was disheveled, her bodyguard's outfit was torn and twisted, and she looked completely messy.

"Tsk! That's pathetic. I can play all night tonight."

Han Tianlei grinned and reached out to pinch Lin San Niang's chin.

Lin San Niang tilted her head and spat coldly, "If you have the guts, let me go! I'll fight you for a hundred rounds."

"A hundred rounds?" Han Tianlei chuckled and slammed the wine jar heavily on the table, causing the oil lamp flame to flicker wildly.

"No problem, it's just a matter of playing a hundred rounds with me in bed."

"Pah! You wild boar demon, why would I even look at you?"

"You bitch, you just wait."

As he spoke, Han Tianlei grinned and squatted down, his large, fan-like hand reaching for Lin San Niang's thigh.

Only one thought occupied my mind—

He wanted to loosen up that muscular body that had been trained in external martial arts, so that his thoughts could settle down.

How could Lin San Niang not know what he was trying to do by spreading his thighs?

He immediately let out a muffled groan, channeling all his strength into his waist and hips.

It was the hard skill he developed while practicing the horse stance that made his legs as taut as iron stakes, tightly pressed together without a single gap.

Han Tianlei tried his best to pry Lin San Niang's legs outward, but they didn't budge, leaving him panting heavily.

"Damn it!"

No wonder there's a crude saying: "If the female dog doesn't adjust her rear end, the male dog will be exhausted from rubbing against her."

Damn, I'm exhausted.

Lin San Niang felt so disgusted by his words that she wanted to vomit. However, she was tied up, and if she could fight back, she would definitely chop off his head.

Han Tianlei cursed and swore, wanting to use his second-grade cultivation to force the issue, but he was intimidated.

This woman's leg strength is ridiculously strong; if she really puts in her strength, she might just break it.

What flavor would a body with a broken leg have then?

"You've got guts, you little bitch! Let's see how long you can keep it up!"

But those thighs are so sturdy, I suppose... haha! Even sturdier!

Lin San Niang's forehead was covered in cold sweat. She had been so exhausted from enduring that long period of hardship that her blood was churning.

"Dream on! Even if I die, I won't let you, you idiot, succeed!"

A pig?

Han Tianlei was so angered by her spitting that he straightened up and took out a small porcelain bottle from the wooden cabinet in the room.

As I pried open the bottle with my thumb, a cloyingly sweet and pungent fragrance instantly filled the air.

"If you won't listen to reason, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

With a sinister grin, Han Tianlei poured all the powder from the porcelain bottle into the wine jar and shook his wrist violently.

He then picked up the wine jar, strode closer, grabbed Lin San Niang's chin, and pried her mouth open.

"Gulp gurgle"

He roughly poured the spicy liquor mixed with medicinal powder into Lin San Niang's mouth.

Lin San Niang shook her head frantically, making a hoarse sound in her throat.

The alcohol choked her, bringing tears to her eyes, but she couldn't escape the large, iron-like hand.

She downed most of the jar of medicinal wine, the rest trickling down her chin.

The front of her clothes was soaked, clearly outlining her silhouette.

Han Tianlei was stunned, muttering to himself:

"Mou Shaoyue is right, the physique of a martial arts expert is really impressive!"

Just you wait. Before you can even drink a cup of tea, you'll be begging and crying for me.

......

Xie Xiaoyi hid in the shadows and finally evaded a patrol of henchmen.

Then a few more henchmen passed by, muttering curses and swearing about how hard it was to keep watch at night.

Once they were far away, Xie Xiaoyi floated out and followed the trail to the window of Han Tianlei's bedroom.

The window paper wasn't pasted on tightly; I poked a small gap with my fingertip and peered inside—

Under the oil lamp, Lin San Niang's clothes were soaked through, and wine stains were running down her neck. The sight made Xie Xiaoyi's heart tighten.

Did I miss something?