Fairy, help me cultivate.

She pushed Chen Yao's chest, sending him crashing into the flowerbed, and then with a "whoosh," she sat down on his groin, her beautiful feet spread apart on either side of his crotch, her ten delicate toes gripping tightly, pink and adorable.

Her pair of snow-white buttocks bounced up and down, occasionally splashing with fluid, as if she were having a great time.

"Ah ah~ uh uh uh~ hehe~ uh ah uh ah~ now, it doesn't seem like you're bullying me, it's more like I'm the one doing you~"

Jiang Bailin swept her eyes across Chen Yao, a smile playing on her lips, and looked down at her.

Chen Yao had never felt this way before, and couldn't help but vigorously caress her tumbling breasts. The greasy flesh overflowed and deformed between his fingers, further encouraging Jiang Bailin to squat and manipulate her.

"Ugh!"

She suddenly gritted her teeth and groaned, and Chen Yao felt a wet, slippery mass covering his own flesh, and a surging torrent hit his abdomen.

Jiang Bailin's cheeks turned even redder. He blankly wiped away the urine, brought it to his nose, and sniffed it, then frowned.

"You're not allowed to laugh!"

Chen Yao turned her head away, but still couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Bailin was embarrassed and anxious, so she quickly covered his mouth while teasing him.

And that hand was the one that had been stained with her juice, but unexpectedly Chen Yao opened his mouth and put her index finger in his mouth.

Jiang Bailin was stunned, then slumped against his chest, utterly limp: "So dirty~"

Chen Yao sucked it clean: "Your stuff isn't dirty."

With that, he suddenly flipped over and pinned Jiang Bailin down: "Now, it's my turn to counterattack!"

Chapter 155 The Scent of Milk...

The sounds of "sizzling and popping" echoed continuously in the flowerbed, along with Jiang Bailin's seemingly angry yet unbearable cries.

The two white jade stone platforms in the center of the flowerbed paled in comparison to her fair and mature skin.

The only remaining dark green jade plaque on the stone platform gradually faded, revealing its original scarlet texture.

However, Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin were engrossed in their fierce battle, focusing their attention on her small plot of land in her flower room, and did not notice the changes around them.

One felt only a tingling sensation and a surge of energy, while the other felt only a smooth, oily texture and a constant sucking sensation.

The two of them were going back and forth, vying for control, turning what should have been a simple act of human intimacy into a battlefield of fierce competition. Neither was willing to admit defeat, and both wanted to completely overpower the other.

Her hips swayed wildly, unable to suppress the sticky sweat; her jade arms stretched out, unable to contain the overflowing flesh.

Jiang Bailin's hair had come down, and a few strands of hair, damp with sweat, clung to her forehead and cheeks, making her look even more mature, beautiful, and affectionate.

Chen Yao twisted her buttocks again, pressed her to the ground, and thrust wildly, stimulating her to produce gushing fluids. The ground beneath them was already soaked.

He gave Jiang Bailin a few hard kisses on her lips, and then licked her sweat with his lips.

"Hmm~ You're making my face even wetter and stickier by licking it like that~"

Jiang Bailin had completely lost his previous assertiveness and protested in a soft and gentle voice, but he felt very sweet inside.

During this intense battle, she could deeply feel Chen Yao's affection for her.

"Uh... Ahhhhh~" She gently punched Chen Yao's shoulder, "Slow down a bit... Uh... I have something to ask you... Uh..."

Chen Yao thrust hard for a while, feeling the flesh wrapped around him twitching and oozing fluid, before slowing down. He pushed Jiang Bailin's two plump thighs aside, knelt between her legs, and then lifted one of her pink and delicate silver high-heeled feet, sniffing it.

Jiang Bailin blushed slightly: "You even smell my feet? They're stinky!"

Instead, Chen Yao leaned in and kissed her tender pink heel: "It smells like milk."

Jiang Bailin chuckled, amused: "Do whatever you want with it~"

"You've given up?"

Jiang Bailin twitched his toes, his big toe tapping Chen Yao's nose: "Uh... haha... just holding back for now~"

Chen Yao smiled, gently pulling her hips away while taking off her high-heeled sandals.

Jiang Bailin looked at him with some curiosity, wondering what kind of wicked idea he had about his feet.

Chen Yao pressed her soles against his mouth and nose and took a deep breath.

"what!"

Jiang Bailin exclaimed in surprise, because she felt that the thing in her vagina had suddenly become much thicker and harder.

What kind of strange method is this?

"Pop!"

Chen Yao kissed the soft, red soles of her feet repeatedly, from the heel to the toes, and then slowly licked the pink toe pads with her tongue.

The ticklish sensation made Jiang Bailin giggle incessantly, his five toes spread wide apart.

Chen Yao took the opportunity to slip his tongue between her toes and caress them.

Jiang Bailin groaned and laughed until tears streamed down his face, but he refused to beg for mercy.

She stretched out her slender arm and gently patted Chen Yao: "Giggle~ Uh ah~ I'm talking to you~ Hehe~ I'm talking to you about something serious~ giggle!"

Chen Yao kissed the forefoot, then held and played with the perfectly curved arch of the foot: "You say."

"You~ Ahh!"

Jiang Bailin had barely uttered a word when Chen Yao suddenly accelerated his thrusting, choking him in the throat.

A series of loud "slap slap plop plop" sounds arose.

After the first peak.

Jiang Bailin gritted her teeth and glared at Chen Yao: "You want me to admit defeat? Dream on! Ahh ...

Chen Yao took her big toe into his mouth and sucked on it, feeling her vulva tighten and tremble.

While he was sucking and teasing her, he said, "Why bother? It's our first time, after all. Why not just relax and enjoy it?"

Jiang Bailin gritted his teeth, suppressing the groan that threatened to escape his throat: "I...uh...Jiang Bailin...has never begged for mercy before..."

Another one with a strange competitive spirit!

Chen Yao shook his head and began to enjoy the beautiful feet he was talking about.

"Say what you have to say quickly, I'm going to increase my intensity again in a bit."

After saying that, he focused on licking Jiang Bailin's pink soles, making Jiang Bailin spread his toes apart and move them around to resist the tingling and itching.

"I...I want to ask you about our future..."

She gritted her teeth and quickly uttered those words.

"after?"

Chen Yao took her delicate heel into his mouth and licked and kissed it.

Jiang Bailin pursed his lips: "You have feelings for me, and I have feelings for you, yet you still act like this. Do you think I'll let you leave?"

"Anyway, things here are almost done. Once we get out, we'll announce to the patriarch that you are my man, Jiang Bailin's man."

Chen Yao was taken aback, and the jade foot in his mouth suddenly didn't smell so good anymore.

"Isn't this... a bit too fast?"

Jiang Bailin was also taken aback. He pulled out the vulva with a "pop". Chen Yao's base was no longer covered, but he still pulled out a large pool of sticky fluid.

"Say it again?"

Tears welled in her eyes, and her chest heaved.

Chen Yao rushed forward to hug her, but Jiang Bailin pushed her away, saying, "Don't think I'm as easy to fool as an ordinary woman!"

This is a bit bad... We're in a bind, aren't we?

Chen Yao began to consider whether or not to tell her about Jiang Bailian.

Jiang Bailin stared intently at his face: "You like me, don't you?"

Chen Yao looked at her mature, beautiful, charming, and resolute face and nodded.

"Then stop being so coy!"

Jiang Bailin pulled him into her arms and kissed him passionately.

She reached out her delicate hand, clamped his wet, sticky base, and inserted it into her not-yet-fully-closed vulva again, her buttocks churning as she began to stroke him once more.

“You know, Jiang Bailin has only ever had you as his man. If you betray him, I will kill you and then commit suicide.”

While enjoying the beauty's gentle embrace and caresses, Chen Yao listened to these piercing words, experiencing for the first time what it felt like to be torn between ice and fire.

"What if, well, I mean, what if I had more than one woman?"

Jiang Bailin paused in her manipulation, then cupped his face to examine it closely, and sighed: "I know someone like you has no shortage of women. What can I do? A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, I only want your heart. As for those sluts, if they listen to me, I won't bother with them."

Chen Yao thought to himself, "Little sister, you're being a bit arrogant..."

"What if you don't listen?"

Jiang Bailin snorted: "Then I'll kill her!"

Then she smiled sweetly: "Of course, if you really like this little slut, my husband, I won't disregard your feelings. At worst, I'll have the puppeteer turn her into a human puppet for you to satisfy your desires."

Is it that poisonous?

Chen Yao's eye twitched.

"Hmm~ It's a deal then~ Come on~ We haven't decided a winner yet~"

Jiang Bailin shoved the somewhat dazed Chen Yao to the ground, then stuck her buttocks up and pressed them firmly against his hips, swaying and manipulating him with moaning sounds.

Chapter 156 In the blink of an eye, he's about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?

While Chen Yao and Jiang Bailin were locked in a fierce battle in the secret chamber, the entire city of Jinchang was in an uproar.

Under the protection spread by the self-sacrificing Golden Dragon Ancestor, mortals barely gained the ability to resist attacks from low-level cultivators, while high-level cultivators throughout the city also launched a blood feud against each other out of hatred for Pang Xi.

On a high mountain dozens of miles away from Jinchang City.

“Uncle, the entire city of Jinchang is currently shrouded in the clouds of war. Should we wait a while before launching our reconnaissance mission?”

A disciple of the Jiang family knelt on one knee and made a suggestion to Jiang Baisha, who was in a wheelchair on the edge of the cliff.