Douro Continent

Chapter 290 The King of the Earth Beneath the Crimson Dragon's Feet (Part 2)

Xiao Wu's black hair already captivated Tang San, not to mention the innate fragrance of her hair. Lying next to Xiao Wu, Tang San felt a slight warmth throughout his body. Although he kept telling himself to fall asleep quickly, the more he thought about it, the more energetic he became, without a trace of sleepiness.

Ning Rongrong, standing close to Xiao Wu on the other side, whispered with a smile in Xiao Wu's ear, "Xiao Wu, why do you seem so nervous? What's there to be nervous about standing next to your own brother? How about we switch?"

Xiao Wu pinched Ning Rongrong's thigh in annoyance, "Ugh, I won't trade."

Ning Rongrong chuckled and said, "I knew you wouldn't want to leave. Hurry up, don't get so close to me, you're squeezing me so I can't even turn over." As she spoke, Ning Rongrong deliberately turned her back to her.

Xiao Wu gasped softly, her body inevitably bumping into Tang San.

Even though there was a blanket between them, Tang San was still startled. Hearing Ning Rongrong's giggling laughter from the other side, he dared not move an inch. The feeling was truly painful.

The scene of combing Xiao Wu's hair last night kept replaying in Tang San's mind. Although Tang San himself was unaware of it, in reality, after what happened last night, his feelings for Xiao Wu had begun to change slightly from pure brotherly and sisterly affection.

Compared to Tang San, the pain that Grandmaster was enduring at this moment was much more intense.

After entering the tent, Master quickly crawled into his bed. He was even more careful than Tang San, lying on his side with his back facing Liu Erlong. This not only made his body take up less space on the bed, but also made his heart a little more stable.

Listening to the even breathing of Flander, Zhao Wuji, and Liu Erlong, the master's heart gradually calmed down, and his body gradually relaxed.

In certain situations, memories deep within the mind can be stirred. At this moment, although the tent was silent, the master could not help but recall that scene from decades ago.

That day was his wedding day with Liu Erlong. If so many twists and turns hadn't happened, perhaps Liu Erlong would have already been his that very night. But now everything had changed. Although his most beloved woman was lying beside him, he dared not move an inch, let alone get close to her; he even had to avoid her.

Only he knew the bitterness in his heart; he had endured that indescribable pain for so many years. Heaven, why do you punish me like this? Why must the woman I love most be my cousin? Why? Why is this happening?

The master's heart clenched, his body involuntarily spasmed, and his fists, hidden under the covers, clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his skin without his realizing it.

Upon seeing Liu Erlong again, how much willpower did he use to suppress the burning desire in his heart? If it weren't for his disciple Tang San, whom he could rely on, the Grandmaster would probably have run away again long ago. He simply didn't dare spend too much time with Liu Erlong. Human hearts are made of flesh and blood; everyone has moments of impulse. The Grandmaster was truly afraid that one day he wouldn't be able to control himself and would do something beastly. Of course, this was only his own perception.

Just as the master's mind was in turmoil, suddenly, he felt a chill on his clenched fist; it had been enveloped by a cold, slippery hand. The master's entire body instantly stiffened.

Liu Erlong's soft voice rang in his ear, "Xiaogang, is being with me really causing you so much pain?"

The master dared not move or utter a sound, his entire body stiffening. He tried to pull his hand out of Erlong's grasp, but Liu Erlong held on tightly, refusing to let him escape. In terms of strength, Liu Erlong was far superior to him; the difference in soul power, spanning dozens of levels, made escape far more difficult than he could possibly hope for.

Just when the master was at a loss, his worst fears came true. The blanket was cool, and a smooth, delicate body slipped inside. The hand that had been holding him loosened its grip, but then Liu Erlong's arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

Although the master was dressed, he was surprised to find that Liu Erlong, who was pressed tightly against him from behind, was completely naked.

Finally, he made up his mind: so be it, even if I die tomorrow, it will all be worth it.

"Erlong, let me go."

"I won't let go. I won't let go no matter what."

"You, if you don't let go of me, how can I turn around? Are you going to stay in this position forever?"

Upon hearing these words, not only was the master stunned, but all sounds inside the tent also ceased abruptly, and Liu Erlong's arms, which were wrapped around the master's waist, slowly relaxed.

"Erlong, I..."

Flander cursed inwardly, "You're still talking at a time like this? Damn it, are you even a man?" As he thought this, he quickly raised his hand and tapped his ears twice to block out the noise. He didn't want to be subjected to that kind of stimulation again.

Liu Erlong's answer was even simpler: "Come on..."

At this critical moment, a loud shout from outside the tent suddenly froze both Master and Liu Erlong in place.

"Something's up, everyone be careful." This sharp shout came from Dai Mubai.

If the master was like a blazing fire before, then at this moment, the fuse that had just been lit was extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

"Yes, there's something going on." The master was as vulnerable as a child at this moment, slowly loosening his grip on Liu Erlong's arms.

"Damn it, I've gone mad!" Liu Erlong was truly going crazy. Her long-awaited wish was about to be fulfilled, but it was suddenly interrupted. This was beyond what the word "anger" could explain. Her body slid off the master's body with a jolt. Before the master could even see her clearly, she had already dressed and darted away.

The master noticed that Flander and Zhao Wuji on the other side were not reacting at all. Knowing that he was not strong enough, he quickly slapped Flander and said, "Go out and see what's going on."

Little did he know that Flander and Zhao Wuji had already blocked their hearing, so they naturally couldn't hear Dai Mubai's urgent cries from outside.

Flander was furious. He slapped the master's hand away and said something that made the master speechless: "Damn it, if you want to do it, then do it. Why are you touching me? I'm not interested in you."

The master paused for a moment, then kicked out. Without a doubt, it was Flander's idea for Erlong tonight that this whole thing happened.

Flander then realized something was wrong. The master was quite strong, and he was kicked so hard that he was pressed directly against Zhao Wuji.

To the master's utter dismay, Zhao Wuji, whose hearing was blocked, immediately cursed, "Flander, I'm not interested in you. They're a couple having sex, do you want to mess with me?"

Flander had just regained his hearing and naturally heard Zhao Wuji's words. He used almost the exact same action as the master and kicked Zhao Wuji in the buttocks.

His strength was far beyond what the master could match. Although Zhao Wuji was thick-skinned and not injured, he was still kicked directly out of the tent by this kick.

The chaos inside the tent was completely unknown to the Shrek Seven Devils on the other side. Unlike Grandmaster, upon hearing Dai Mubai's warning, Tang San, as if liberated, was the first to jump up from his bunk and dash out. His movements were even a fraction faster than Liu Erlong's.

(End of this chapter)