The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Long was startled.

I felt an unprecedented power surge from my dantian and flow throughout my body.

The Chaos Creation Saint Body completed its advancement at this moment.

Chaotic Holy Body, Second Level.

The meridians are more than twice as wide as before, the bones are more resilient, and the flesh and blood are more solid.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged from all directions, flowing into his body like rivers flowing into the sea, surging and circulating in his meridians.

His peak third-grade realm was completely solidified, and he was only one step away from the fourth grade!

Wang Long suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light.

He sensed it.

The spiritual energy within his body was dozens of times more abundant than before!

If he were to face someone like Zhao Lingyun, who was at the early stage of the fourth rank, he was confident that he could kill him within three moves!

Wang Long discovered that a space had opened up within his body, and the Heavenly Gang Nine Swords, a reward from the system, were inside.

As the name suggests, the Nine Heavenly Swords consist of nine precious swords, all stored together in an ancient sword box.

Wang Long took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and looked down at Qin Minglan in his arms.

Qin Minglan leaned against him, her black hair disheveled, her cheeks still flushed, and her eyelashes trembling slightly like two small fans.

Her breathing was steady and even; she was sleeping soundly.

Looking at her quiet face, Wang Long couldn't help but smile.

This girl is quite well-behaved when she's asleep, unlike her usual fierce self.

He reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs on her forehead, his fingertips brushing against her skin, which felt smooth and delicate.

Qin Minglan seemed to sense something, snuggled closer to him, found a more comfortable position, and mumbled something under her breath.

"Old man...stop it...I'm so tired..."

Wang Long couldn't help but laugh.

He held her tightly, rested his chin on the top of her head, and closed his eyes.

Enjoying the peaceful time.

That silly girl.

From now on, I belong to him.

The next morning.

As dawn broke, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow inside the room.

Qin Minglan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Wang Long's face, his cloudy old eyes looking at her tenderly.

Qin Minglan was stunned for a moment, and then the memories of last night flooded back like a tide.

Qin Minglan's face flushed red, from her neck all the way to her ears, and even the corners of her eyes were tinged with a blush.

She sat up abruptly, the blanket slipped off, revealing a section of her fair shoulder and collarbone.

Qin Minglan looked down and found that her clothes were disheveled. She quickly pulled the quilt up and wrapped herself up tightly, leaving only her almond-shaped eyes showing. She stared at Wang Long with a mixture of shame and anger.

"You...you..."

Her voice was trembling, and her finger pointing at Wang Long was also shaking.

"You old fool, you...you dare to..."

Wang Long leaned against the headboard, looking at her with a smile.

"Young Miss, you were the one who took the initiative last night."

"Shut up!"

Qin Minglan grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Wang Long reached out and caught the pillow, laughing even harder.

"Young Miss, have you forgotten? You were the one who hugged this old servant's neck and kissed him on your own initiative, even saying, 'This young lady will grant your wish'..."

"Ahhh! Stop talking!"

Qin Minglan covered her ears with both hands and huddled under the covers like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"I...I don't remember! Nothing happened!"

Looking at her embarrassed and annoyed expression, Wang Long felt a surge of inexplicable warmth in his heart.

This girl, who is usually fearless, is quite shy when faced with something like this.

You're back to your usual energetic self, that's great!

Wang Long reached out and gently lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing Qin Minglan's flushed face.

"Young Miss".

Qin Minglan glared at him, her almond-shaped eyes filled with shame and anger.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Long's smile faded, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"I will take responsibility for what happened last night."

Qin Minglan was stunned for a moment, then turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"Who...who asked you to take responsibility?"

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

"I said it was voluntary, you don't need to take responsibility."

Wang Long reached out and gently pinched her chin, turning her face towards him.

Qin Minglan was forced to meet his gaze, her almond-shaped eyes misting over, her lips slightly pursed.

"Young Miss, this old servant is serious."

Wang Long's voice was deep, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

"From now on, this old servant will protect the young lady with his life and not let anyone harm her."

"Anyone who dares to touch a single hair on the young lady's head will be killed without a burial place."

Qin Minglan's eyes reddened.

She bit her lip, trying hard not to let the tears fall.

"You...you old fool, all you do is sweet-talk me..."

Her voice was trembling with tears, a mixture of anger and shame.

"I don't need your protection... I can protect myself..."

Wang Long smiled and reached out to wipe the corner of her eye.

"Yes, yes, yes, Miss is the best."

Qin Minglan snorted and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

But he was secretly pleased and talking to himself.

"Old man, you've done it!"

But after a few breaths, she turned back to look at Wang Long, a hint of worry flashing in her almond-shaped eyes.

"Old man."

"Um?"

Wang Long raised an eyebrow and gently stroked Qin Minglan's hair.

"You killed Zhao Lingyun... Zhao Pojun will not let this go."

Her voice lowered slightly.

He'll find out it was you sooner or later.

Wang Long nodded, his expression calm.

"This old servant knows."

"So what do you plan to do?"

Qin Minglan frowned.

"How about... we tell my sister-in-law? Let her think of something?"

Wang Long shook his head.

"The First Madam has already worried enough; let's not tell her about this for now."

"But……"

"Don't worry, young lady."

Wang Long interrupted her and reached out to pat her head.

"This old servant has a way to handle it."

Qin Minglan stared at him for two seconds. Seeing that his expression was normal and he didn't seem to be putting on a brave face, she slowly nodded.

"Then...then promise me."

"You are not allowed to die."

"Very well, this old servant agrees to your request, young lady."

Qin Minglan nodded in satisfaction, then reached out and rubbed her lower back, wincing in pain.

"Ouch... my back... it feels like it's about to fall apart..."

She glared at Wang Long and muttered irritably.

"You old bastard, are you doing this on purpose? Trying to torture me to death?"

Wang Long looked completely innocent.

"Young Miss, last night you kept saying 'Hurry up, hurry up'..."

"Shut up!"

Qin Minglan grabbed another pillow and threw it at him, her face as red as a boiled shrimp.

"I didn't! You're lying!"

Wang Long caught the pillow, smiling without saying a word.

"Old man, you've actually been eyeing me for a while now, haven't you? Let me cultivate the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique with you!"

Qin Minglan put her hands on her hips, stared intently at Wang Long with her almond-shaped eyes, and belatedly asked.

Wang Long scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly and lowered his head without saying a word.

"As expected, you're a lecherous old man! Yesterday you were playing hard to get, forcing me to make the first move. You old bastard, you're so cunning!"

Qin Minglan narrowed her eyes slightly, teasing Wang Long.

"Who can blame this old servant for the young lady's natural beauty..."