The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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At this moment, Li Qingluo felt weak all over, and she leaned helplessly against Wang Meng's broad embrace, breathing heavily.

Wang Meng released her and gently straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, his movements as tender as if he were handling a rare treasure.

Then, he took her hand.

"Let's go, ma'am!"

His tone was no longer commanding, but rather a gentle, taken-for-granted quality befitting the head of the household.

He held her hand tightly, and that warm yet domineering strength felt like a warm current flowing from her fingertips into her heart, completely soothing the last trace of panic and unease.

Li Qingluo obediently followed behind him.

When they arrived at the backyard, which was brightly lit by the fire, Li Qingluo showed no surprise at the bustling and tense scene before her.

She simply watched quietly as those once pampered maids now moved like the lowest laborers, sweating profusely as they carried those heavy wooden crates.

Her gaze swept over the belongings that the Murong family had accumulated over many years, which had been transported from Canhe Village. Instead of fear, her eyes revealed a deep and cold mockery.

Wang Meng observed her expression with great interest.

He had expected to see surprises and unexpected events.

But what he saw was a disdain for losers that was exactly the same as his own.

"lady!"

He released his grip, walked to a wooden box that had been pried open and was filled with gold bars, picked one up, weighed it in his hand, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "It seems that the Murong family really does have some connection to the royal family; their wealth is quite substantial."

"Hey, they dare to call themselves 'knowing one's destiny'?"

Li Qingluo slowly walked forward. She did not look at the dazzling gold and silver, nor at the priceless porcelain and paintings.

Her gaze fell directly on the batch of weapons that were stacked separately, gleaming with a deadly glint.

She stretched out her well-maintained, slender fingers and gently brushed them across a brand-new, cold suit of armor.

The unique, cold, hard feel of the metal traveled from her fingertips, causing her beautiful phoenix eyes to narrow slightly.

"Humph!"

She let out a very soft, contemptuous sneer: "The finest wrought iron, the standard of the Song Dynasty Imperial Guard, the quenching technique, even better than the official ones... Those old thieves, they really know how to hide it well."

She turned around and looked at the dismantled, massive siege ballistae and the dozens of barrels of sulfur that emitted a pungent odor.

Her face, still retaining its charm and beauty.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face, a smile of sudden realization mixed with endless mockery.

"He hoarded grain and weapons for so many years, but in the end, they benefited us instead."

Li Qingluo's laughter was filled with the utmost contempt for Murong Bo's ridiculous ambition.

Then, she raised her head and looked directly at Wang Meng with an unprecedented, burning gaze.

In that gaze, there was admiration, decisiveness, and even more so, a crazy gambler's mentality of betting everything on it.

"A formidable official!"

Her voice was no longer weak; instead, it was filled with unprecedented firmness and clarity: "That old thief has the ambition of an emperor, but only the courage of a petty villain."

In his hands, these things were nothing more than a pile of moldy, scrap metal that would never see the light of day!

She slowly walked up to him, and took the initiative to reach out and wrap her arms around his strong waist.

She pressed her soft body tightly against his, tilted her head back, and looked at him with her strikingly bright phoenix eyes.

"But it's different in your hands."

"My lord, these things, in your hands, are the capital to conquer the world, the cornerstone to establish a new dynasty! Whatever you ask me to do, I will unconditionally... support you!"

A burning light of extreme satisfaction flashed in Wang Meng's eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed those beautiful phoenix eyes, which shone with determination and ambition, deeply.

This is no longer simply possession, but a direct recognition of one's ally and one's woman.

"well!

As expected of the woman I, Wang Meng, have set my sights on!

He let out a hearty laugh, a laugh filled with an air of domineering arrogance: "With your words, all that gold and silver is less than a pile of dung in my eyes!"

He held the mature yet soft body in his arms tightly, feeling the unique warmth and resoluteness that belonged to her.

As the laughter subsided, he stroked Li Qingluo's smooth, silky back, his eyes flickering slightly.

It was as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"lady!"

He spoke, his voice now tinged with a hint of amusement: "Since you've put it that way... then I do have a small matter I'd like to discuss with you."

"Um?

"Speak freely, sir."

Li Qingluo snuggled lazily against him, like a contented cat.

She was completely immersed in the thrilling yet dangerous feeling of being needed, recognized, and having her fate completely tied to that of a true strongman.

Wang Meng's smile deepened.

He said slowly, "That one million dan of grain sold to Huang Rong..."

Upon hearing the name "Huang Rong," Li Qingluo's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Those phoenix eyes that were just moments ago filled with tenderness.

In an instant, a faint yet incredibly clear and sharp glint flashed.

Women often have a kind of animalistic intuition about another woman who might threaten their position.

What's more, she was a woman who was more intelligent and equally beautiful than himself.

Wang Meng took in all her subtle changes and chuckled to himself.

He pretended not to know and continued, "Madam, you see, we don't lack this little bit of money now."

Besides, the Beggars' Sect disciples are all over the world. If we can do them such a big favor, it will be much more convenient for us to do things in the future... So, I'm thinking, why don't we just give them this batch of grain for free?

The backyard was still bustling with noise and the sounds of people working.

But at that moment, the atmosphere between Wang Meng and Li Qingluo became somewhat subtle.

Li Qingluo did not answer immediately.

She slowly straightened up from Wang Meng's embrace.

Her beautiful phoenix eyes stared unblinkingly at Wang Meng.

It was as if they wanted to see through him completely.

In those eyes, there was scrutiny, inquiry, and a faint, sour, womanly jealousy.

After a long while, she suddenly burst out laughing.

That smile, like spring flowers in bloom, instantly dispelled the subtle tension from before.

She stretched out her slender, jade-like fingers and gently touched Wang Meng's firm chest, her tone carrying a hint of languid, coquettish teasing.

"Meng Guan, do you think I, Li Qingluo, am the kind of short-sighted woman who only sees immediate petty gains?"

As she spoke, she gently drew circles on his chest with her soft finger.

The gesture was full of subtle provocation.

"I can tell which is more important: a mere million taels of silver or the favor of the Beggars' Sect leader, who commands the largest gang in the world and can save you countless troubles."

She paused, then raised her bright and beautiful face, her phoenix eyes slightly upturned, her gaze full of allure.

"only……"

Her voice was very low and full of teasing: "Meng Guan, aren't you a little too concerned about that Chief Huang?"

"Sending grain and favors... Anyone who didn't know better would think you've got your eye on the wife of the Beggars' Sect leader!"

Her words were sarcastic, but her face beamed with a bright smile.

Wang Meng's heart was ablaze with excitement at Li Qingluo's teasing, which was tinged with jealousy yet incredibly tactful.

He pulled this hypocritical beauty even tighter into his arms, and his large hand, which had just been caressing the peerless weapon, unceremoniously slipped back into her torn clothes, shamelessly kneading her astonishingly soft, snow-white breasts.

"My good wife, little one!"

He lowered his head and kissed her bright, pretty face hard. Then, his aggressive tongue even pried open her pearly teeth and swirled around in her mouth before reluctantly withdrawing. "Don't worry, no matter how many locks my naughty thing opens in the future, only here... is the home it most wants to return to."

As he spoke, he used the long spear to press heavily against Li Qingluo's soft belly through several layers of fabric.

Li Qingluo felt weak all over from his crude yet domineering words of love, and her long legs almost gave way.

She was about to retort with a few more coquettish words when...

"cough……"

A cough, not loud but full of deliberate coldness, came from the shadows of the corridor not far away.

The sound was like a bucket of ice water.

In an instant, the romantic and joyful atmosphere between the two was extinguished.

Wang Meng paused slightly.

He raised his head, his eyes, filled with desire and ambition, narrowed slightly, like the dangerous gaze of a lion enjoying its prey after being disturbed, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

Two figures slowly emerged from the darkness where the firelight couldn't reach.

Leading the group was an elderly nun dressed in a gray robe.

She was about fifty years old, with a rigid and serious face, like a piece of dried wood.

Those eyes were even sharper, like two knives hidden in their sheaths.

At this moment, he was surveying the bustling, war-torn backyard with utter indifference.

And then there's the sight of Wang Meng and Li Qingluo, disheveled and tightly embracing.

Wang Meng's gaze lingered on her for only a moment.