From the Red Mansion, you can travel through the world of martial arts

Chapter 154: Take off your armor!

Every second after nightfall was torture for Zhou Zhiruo.

She was wearing a red dress, sitting on the bed, her eyes were unfocused and her mind was in a mess.

Zhou Zhiruo remembered a lot, as if death was imminent, and she reviewed her life in a flash...

There are scenes of learning skills and living in Mount Emei.

That year, she was rescued by Zhang Sanfeng on the river bank, and she also fed a sick boy.

Then came the night when the Sword of Heavenly Conqueror was taken away from her on Mount Wudang. That was the beginning of her misfortune.

Then came the exhortation from Master Miejue...

Even though Nun Miejue had made it clear that she wanted her to sacrifice her chastity, she was mentally prepared, but when that day came, she was still terrified.

She had given up on assassinating Jia Wei and escaped with the sword of the Heavenly Sword.

But this is the capital, and the city walls are high, so she may not be able to get out.

Even if she could get out of Shenjing City, it was thousands of miles away from Emei. Jia Wei was the leader of Jinyi and could bring her back with just one order.

The only plan now is to pretend to be nice to him, temporarily commit myself to him, and make plans later...

Just when she was feeling anxious and every second seemed like an eternity, suddenly a steady sound of footsteps was heard outside the house. Zhou Zhiruo's face turned pale, and she stood up and took steps as heavy as lead, walking towards the door step by step.

The footsteps were very fast, as if the person outside the door was impatient. Suddenly the door was pushed open.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Jia Wei. He was still so handsome, dressed in casual clothes. At this moment, he reeked of alcohol, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of evil, as if he had bad intentions...

"Uncle." She bowed and saluted, her face turning red without her knowing.

Jia Wei smiled, closed the door, opened his arms, and hugged Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo felt a pair of hot hands pinching her waist, and her whole body froze immediately...

Then Jia Wei pinched her chin and kissed her.

He was not satisfied with the soft lips, so he pinched them slightly, and Zhou Zhiruo opened her mouth...

Even though Zhou Zhiruo had been building herself up for an entire afternoon, when the moment came, her mind was still blank and she had no reaction, allowing Jia Wei to take over.

Until I felt the softness and fullness, and it was tightly grasped by fingers.

She closed her eyes tightly, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes and flowed down her smooth face.

Their lips parted, and Zhou Zhiruo leaned back and fell into Jia Wei's arms.

She opened her eyes, and their cheeks were very close, staring at each other.

Zhou Zhiruo breathed through her mouth, panting slightly, her breath smelling like orchid.

Jia Wei looked at those lively big eyes, tears flowing out and sliding down along the tear marks.

What kind of Qiong Yao-style crying scene...

But it's so beautiful that it's no exaggeration to say it looks like a fairy shedding tears.

Jia Wei came back to his senses... What fairy? She was just his sword-holding slave.

He sat down with Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, kissed her again, and then let her go.

Since the other party has impure intentions, there is no need to treat her like a treasure and just do something evil to her.

"I heard that Emei swordsmanship is extremely exquisite. Come and dance with me."

Zhou Zhiruo was unwilling to be humiliated by her master, so she said in a gentle voice, "Master, your swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. The battle on Salt Island is known to the world, how dare I show off my ugliness to you."

Jia Wei casually slapped out with his palm, and his internal force hit the tail of the Yitian sword hanging on the side, and the Yitian sword flew into his hand after a few spins.

He handed over the hilt of the sword, and Zhou Zhiruo had no choice but to draw out the Yitian Sword.

There was a moment of sword humming and whistling, and suddenly Zhou Zhiruo just wanted to stab the sword into Jia Wei's chest.

Just as she was about to start, Jia Wei said, "Take off your armor."

Zhou Zhiruo stood there in a daze. She looked up at Jia Wei's calm face and was silent for a moment. She could only take off her sweat towel and outer clothes.

"Keep unloading."

"Take it off again, take it off again!" Zhou Zhiruo took off her clothes again and again until her snow-white shoulders and collarbones were exposed, leaving only her bellyband.

She kept crying, slowly danced the sword in her hand, and performed the Emei sword technique.

Jia Wei watched with great interest. From "digging the sea to get the pearl" to "carrying the tiger back to the mountain", every move was exquisite and extraordinary.

Zhou Zhiruo's steps moved with her waist. There was not a trace of fat on her slender waist and her skin was snow-white. As her body twisted and folded, sword shadows flew and the headlights flickered and swayed, blinding people's eyes.

Jia Wei was waiting for Zhou Zhiruo to stab him, and then humiliate and attack her severely... But after the set of sword moves was over, Zhou Zhiruo did not move.

"That's too much, isn't it?"

Zhou Zhiruo put away her sword. She stopped crying, but the traces of tears were still on her face and her eyes were full of resentment. She looked pitiful and extremely attractive.

Jia Wei's breathing became a little rapid... He stood up, took the sword of the Heavenly Sword and threw it far away.

He put his arms around Zhou Zhiruo's shoulders, and they were very close to each other, leaning against each other.

Jia Wei nibbled on her shoulder, then her snow-white neck...

Sweet and icy, just like tasting ice cream.

"With such a good opportunity, why don't you stab me with the Heavenly Sword?"

Zhou Zhiruo looked up and said nothing.

Jia Wei smiled and said, "If you don't stab me, then it's my turn..."

From time to time, Zhou Zhiruo took out a white square handkerchief and spread it out neatly.

Jia Wei was surprised and tried to guess her mood.

After a long time, a few spots of bright red appeared on the white cloth.

Then, Zhou Zhiruo's expression changed. She raised her head slightly, furrowed her thick eyebrows, closed her beautiful eyes slightly, and clenched her plump lips.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, her skin seemed to be cast with a dim filter.

A red cloud burned on her smooth face and spread behind her ears.

As the gauze curtain swayed, the slender white neck stretched out a soft arc, and a few blue veins were vaguely visible.

Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful face is full of brokenness, which is more visually impactful.

From time to time, a pink arm would grab the mattress, the plump white legs would bend slightly, and the toes would twist restlessly...

Zhou Zhiruo's face was covered with sweat as she lay in Jia Wei's arms. The two were silent, but each had their own thoughts.

In fact, Jia Wei didn't have a good way to break Zhou Zhiruo's heart.

Zhou Zhiruo looks weak on the surface, but she is very tough inside and has a strong sense of career. Her personality is more complicated than that of Zhao Min, Mu Wanqing and others.

Over time, Ding Baiying and Mu Wanqing will gradually become gentler and more affectionate.

But Zhou Zhiruo probably won't...

Jia Wei didn't think much about it. He held so much power and authority that Zhou Zhiruo wouldn't cause him any worries.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jia Wei got up and put on his clothes. Zhou Zhiruo was very sensible and served him despite her discomfort.

For a moment, Jia Wei felt very sorry for her and said, "Just lie down."

He touched her face and said, "How about I help you become the head of Emei in the future?"

Zhou Zhiruo was stunned, and quickly replied: "I have been expelled from the Emei Sect. I dare not ask for more. I am only willing to serve Master Bo to repay his kindness."

"Well, you said it yourself." Jia Wei shook his head and turned away.

Zhou Zhiruo saw his back disappear, her eyebrows lowered, and she lay on the couch, her eyes blank...

Jia Wei asked Ding Baiying to serve him, and only after he took a bath and changed his clothes did he come to Yuanchun Courtyard.

In the evening, he hugged Yuanchun for a while, said some private words to her, and then fell asleep peacefully.

A night without words...

(End of this chapter)