Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Jiang Yueming instantly noticed Han Liqiu's agitated emotions.

"No, this martial goddess isn't wearing any clothes right now. Look at me... I don't want to be cuckolded either... look at this..."

Upon hearing Han Liqiu's words, Jiang Yueming had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on. She sneered, "Han Liqiu, there's probably something shady going on here."

In an instant, Han Liqiu's pupils narrowed and he fell silent, cold sweat constantly appearing on his forehead.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to fight Jiang Yueming directly, but Song Jiu had made it clear beforehand that Jiang Yueming could not die from poisoning, otherwise he would massacre the entire Black Thunder Cliff!

Having personally experienced the oppressive aura of the Ninth Divine King, Han Liqiu naturally dared not disobey his orders.

Otherwise, with his Ancient Realm cultivation, killing Jiang Yueming, who was in the Nascent Soul Realm, would be a piece of cake. Why would he waste his breath talking to him like this?

"Jiang Wushen! Jiang Wushen, something terrible has happened! Ye Mo is in trouble!"

A镖局 (bodyguard agency) disciple jogged over to deliver the message. Judging from his flustered and helpless expression, something serious must have happened.

Where is she now?

Upon hearing the name Ye Mo, Jiang Yueming's heart tightened, and he immediately abandoned Han Liqiu and left with the disciple.

"Phew~"

Han Liqiu wiped the blood from his forehead, let out a heavy sigh of relief, and his eagle-like eyes gradually turned fierce.

If it weren't for fate being on his side, Chen Qingling, who was imprisoned inside, would probably have flown away.

"To avoid any unforeseen complications, let's act now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Liqiu rushed into the room and looked at Chen Qingling, who was tied up tightly, with a sinister smile on his face.

"Waaaaah~"

Seeing Chen Qingling's terrified expression, Han Li's inner fire burned even more intensely. He tore open his clothes with his two large hands, revealing his dry, emaciated body.

Tears slowly streamed down Chen Qingling's face, her struggling movements gradually diminished, and her jade-like face became increasingly bright with despair.

She knew exactly what was going to happen next, with the same disgusting smile and the same disgusting actions as Liu Jun.

At this moment, Chen Qingling couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Helplessly, she closed her eyes and recalled the tender, lingering sounds in her mind.

"Please speak frankly, sir! I am willing to repay your kindness with my pure and innocent life!"

Yes, if only I had given it to him the first time.

At least he's the one I like, the one I love, and the one I can choose.

"Hey, Chen Qingling, why aren't you moving?" Han Liqiu untied Chen Qingling and removed the gag from her mouth, laughing as he did so.

He thought that once he freed Chen Qingling from her restraints, she would scream and shout, which would increase his wicked desire to conquer her.

But to everyone's surprise, even now that Chen Qingling has regained her freedom of movement, she has no intention of escaping.

"Heh, what's the use of running away?" Chen Qingling opened her eyes, a self-deprecating smile on her lips.

She could escape, but her family was in Han Liqiu's hands—or rather, their lives were in his hands.

First it was Liu Jun, then Han Liqiu; these powerful and influential people relentlessly pressured Chen Qingling step by step.

They threatened her with their family's lives just to get her body; by comparison, Jiang Wushen had more power than them.

They never pressured her in the slightest. They were all human, but some people are kind and pure inside, while others are cannibalistic inside.

"You're very smart, no wonder you were trained by Liu Jun. Don't worry, I will treat your family well."

As he spoke, Han Liqiu picked up Chen Qingling's delicate body and carried her to the bedside, then lowered his head and gently bit her snow-white face.

Upon hearing this, Chen Qingling seemed like a different person, a blush and a charming smile appearing on her face as she whispered in Han Liqiu's ear.

"No, I've always been trained by Jiang Yueming. Her skills are far superior to yours."

When Jiang Yueming and the disciple arrived at the main hall, they were stunned by what they saw.

Among the bustling crowd, a handsome man stood out. His posture was extremely upright, like a lone pine tree standing tall and proud.

She wore a blue and white Tang Dynasty-style dress, with a dark green jade pendant tied around her waist, and her jet-black hair was tied with a white ribbon.

The man exuded a strong Tang Dynasty style!

But this world doesn't seem to be from the Tang Dynasty!

If Jiang Yueming hadn't had some knowledge of clothing from different dynasties in her previous life, she wouldn't have been so surprised.

The handsome man was surrounded by a group of simply dressed bandits. His long, smooth fingers held a wine glass as he competed with the rough men around him in drinking.

The scene resembles a proud crane standing among a pile of chickens, elegant and radiant, attracting attention.

If Jiang Yueming hadn't carefully noticed the scars on the handsome man's fingers...

He would never have recognized that the stunningly handsome man in front of him was actually Ye Mo dressed as a man!

At this point, Jiang Yueming probably understood what had happened to Ye Mo.

He shook his head helplessly, strode forward, and took the wine glass from her hand.

"Alright, stop drinking, you've just recovered."

Ye Mo, her face slightly flushed and looking half-drunk, occasionally exhaled a faint breath of alcohol. She turned around at Jiang Yueming and asked, "How am I? Do I look good?"

She didn't seem to care that her wine glass had been taken away; instead, she swayed her slender waist as if showing off her Tang suit.

Seeing that Ye Mo almost fell while spinning around, Jiang Yueming stepped forward, took Ye Mo's hand, and said, "You look good, you look good."

"Hehe! You're so silly! I meant the clothes."

As she spoke, Ye Mo pressed her delicate body against Jiang Yueming, her small mouth slightly open as she let out an extremely uncouth burp at him, her bright eyes half-closed as she gazed at him with a silly grin.

A faint smell of alcohol wafted over, mixed with the natural fragrance of a young girl. Jiang Yueming shook his head helplessly and supported Ye Mo's beautiful waist, saying, "You've had too much to drink. I'll take you out to sober up."

"You begin the banquet; I will arrive shortly."

Jiang Yueming gave a few instructions to Hei Leiya's henchmen, then helped Ye Mo walk out of the hall step by step.

He couldn't help but feel puzzled. Ye Mo used to never drink so much. Why was she acting so strangely today?

……

In a private room, Chen Qingling lay quietly asleep on the bed, her eyes filled with happiness and a faint smile on her lips, as if she were having a wonderful dream.

The red embroidered quilt barely covered her most voluptuous area, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders that were the envy of many.

Han Liqiu, sitting on the edge of the bed, had a dark complexion. He took a pot of wine and gulped it down as if to vent his frustration. His eyes were full of annoyance.

He didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out, why, even though he and Chen Qingling were so happy, she kept calling out Jiang Yueming's name!

Could it be that what he gave Chen Qingling was inferior to what Jiang Yueming gave him?

Or is he even inferior to that old man Liu Jun?

Even when she was flying high in the clouds, Chen Qingling still called out Jiang Yueming's name!

boom!

Han Liqiu grew angrier and angrier, and smashed the wine pot on the ground. The bottom of the pot hit the floor and shattered instantly, wetting the ground with patches of wine. The white wine in the shards reflected his angry face.

What's so great about Jiang Yueming? How can a mere kid like him bring Chen Qingling such joy that Han Liqiu can't?