Douluo Continent: At the start, he intercepted Xiao Wu and became Cao Cao's traitor.

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Ling knew she had said the wrong thing, causing her sister to worry unnecessarily.

As she spoke, Ling was still somewhat timid, and her words carried a hint of grievance.

When Wenxuan suddenly appeared, she didn't have time to think about anything else. Hayato suddenly fainted, and then Wenxuan, the thief who stole the bitter tea seeds, suddenly overwhelmed her already simple CPU.

"Whoo~"

"That's good."

Hearing that Hayato was not dead, Kaede breathed a sigh of relief, and her struggles lessened considerably.

However, Wenxuan's hand was still pinching her pert buttocks, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

"good?"

"Now that your problem is solved, it's my turn, hehe~"

Seeing that the two women had quieted down considerably, Wenxuan stood up cheekily and brought his hand to his nose to smell it.

He was already clutching a lace-trimmed bitter tea leaf in his hand, and now, smelling the hand that was gently kneading Fengqiao's piglet, it all looked utterly perverted.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Wenxuan suddenly grin mischievously, Ling was startled. She immediately released Hayato's body and tossed it aside, then retreated backward.

Since she was squatting just now, she was now backing away with her two fair little feet desperately pushing against the ground.

Seeing this, Wenxuan simply smiled, then stood up and slowly walked towards Ling.

"What am I going to do? Shouldn't you know best?"

As he spoke, Wenxuan quickly walked to Ling's side and casually threw Ling's bitter tea seed at her face.

"Here you go, your precious fat... panties."

Seeing that Wenxuan simply returned the bitter tea seeds to her, Ling breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Looking at Wenxuan's excessively handsome face, Ling still felt that Wenxuan wasn't as bad as she thought.

This guy stole my... pastries, didn't he?! But why is he giving them back to me now?

Ling looked at the bitter tea seed in her hand with a puzzled expression, then glanced at Wenxuan, who had a mischievous grin on his face.

Ling didn't know what the other party meant. They had clearly stolen it, but now they were giving it back to her. If she sued them for harassment, she would be fined and detained.

Just as Ling was lost in thought, Wenxuan started moving again.

"Come on, let's continue the work you didn't finish."

Wenxuan reached out and pulled Ling into his arms. Under Ling's bewildered and complicated gaze, Wenxuan bent down and picked up the stick that was shaking on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Ling immediately realized what was happening.

"No way! You pervert! I thought you'd really turned over a new leaf. If you dare do anything reckless, I'll report you for harassment, and then..."

Before Ling could finish speaking, Wenxuan covered her lips to prevent her from nagging, and then picked her up in his arms.

He casually removed the white lace socks from the woman's ankles, stuffing one into Ling's mouth and the other into Feng's.

"Waaaaah! Waaaaah~"

Ling didn't even realize what Wenxuan was doing. By the time she did, she already had a small white sock with a milky scent in her mouth.

Fortunately, her feet didn't smell bad; they were all fragrant, otherwise it would have been torture.

With his mouth gagged, he could only make muffled noises. Wenxuan didn't know what the other person was saying, but judging from his intuition, it must have been very vulgar.

However, Wenxuan didn't care, and instead lifted the corner of his skirt where he wasn't wearing bitter tea.

The moment the corner of the bell skirt was lifted, a touch of delicate pink snowflakes was revealed.

Feeling the chill penetrating her anus, Ling also fluttered her two bare feet to stop Wenxuan from looking at her Xiaoxue.

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~ Waaaah."

Chapter 126 Island Nation Culture: Reverence for the Strong, Innate Servility

Seeing the woman's delicate feet kicking wildly in the air, Wenxuan grabbed them and pressed them down, saying in a threatening tone:

"If you keep fidgeting... don't blame me."

After saying that, Wenxuan pinched Xiaoxue's tender flesh hard with his hand, and then, amidst Ling's terrified whimpers, Wenxuan twisted it slightly.

"Woooooooo..."

Feeling Xiaoxue being squeezed and twisted hard, Ling immediately started crying loudly, while the delicate area held on Wenxuan's lap also kept twisting and trembling.

Because of the twisting and the pain in her mouth, she kept pushing the white sock out of her mouth with the snake's tip. After a while, Ling managed to push the white sock out of her mouth with the snake's head.

Seeing the little white socks lying on the ground, Wenxuan looked at Ling with surprise, her eyes filled with tears and her cheeks flushed.

"You can even vomit this out..."

"You disgusting pervert, you...you will die a horrible death, you will be cursed by evil spirits for the rest of your life, you..."

The moment Ling pushed open the white socks, she started cursing at Wenxuan.

What she considered malicious words, Wenxuan, a seasoned veteran, found increasingly enjoyable the more he heard them.

It's not even half as offensive as a greeting from the people of China; this level of offensiveness is practically just setting the stage for his Barrett-like amusement.

"The more you curse, the more excited I get. Hurry up and curse a few more times, or you won't have another chance later."

After Wenxuan finished speaking, he also looked at the little white socks on the ground covered with Ling's saliva.

He then bent down and picked up the little white socks, and before Ling could speak, he quickly stuffed them into his mouth.

This whole sequence of actions took only a few breaths to complete.

“Woo woo woo, woo woo woo~”

Hearing the bell, she could only whimper again, and Wenxuan greedily swept his gaze over the woman's delicate body.

The more I look at it, the more satisfied I become. Although it's not as full as the maple behind me, it's just as good. It's big where it should be big and perky where it should be perky.

Hearing his sister's voice change from cursing to sobbing, Feng desperately kicked towards the source of the sound. Although it was inconvenient to turn around, he could kick her.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah, waaaah."

Feng's voice caught Wenxuan's attention. Wenxuan almost forgot that there was a woman behind him who hadn't received his care. At this moment, he was also holding Ling and walking towards the vibrating electric toy not far away.

Upon seeing this, Ling immediately lost her composure. Already speechless and her cheeks flushed with anger, she realized that Wenxuan was about to pick up a toy. She understood what Wenxuan was planning to do next.

After letting out a few more unwilling sobs, Ling braced herself for the storm to come and for Xiaoxue to be stuffed with the electric vibrator.

Wenxuan simply smiled, picked up the vibrating stick toy from the ground, played with it in his hand, then curled his lips into a wicked smile and walked straight toward Feng.

"Don't worry, this isn't for you. After all, your little snow is meant to carry my Barrett."

Wenxuan looked down at Ling, whose hands he had bound in his arms, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Upon hearing Wenxuan say that it wasn't for her, Ling didn't feel happy at all; instead, she became even more agitated.

However, Wenxuan only glanced at Ling before coming up behind Feng.

Amidst Ling's struggles and whimpers, Wenxuan lifted a corner of the white bitter tea leaf, then suddenly shoved the stick toy into the pink...white, snowy ground.

"Woo~"

"Woo~"

"Ugh... Hmph."

When the stick suddenly entered his body, Feng let out a heavy groan.

She kicked her feet hard behind her, trying to get Wenxuan to take the stick toy out, or to shake the toy out of Xiaoxue's body using vibration.

Wenxuan knew exactly what Feng was thinking. He had been with so many women, though none of them were very mature, but he had also been with quite a few mature ones. He knew that Feng wanted to get rid of his partial relationship with the Koreans.

But Wenxuan did not do as the other party wanted. He used a little more force again to push the stick toy in, and then covered the stick with Feng's white bitter tea seeds.

After finishing everything, Wenxuan looked with satisfaction at Feng, the girl who was kicking her jade feet haphazardly in pain.

Feng's plump, perky buttocks tightened a bit because of Wenxuan's thrust, causing the bitter tea seeds to form a straight line, which was directly clamped between Xiaoxue's legs.

Because of the shaking of the stick toy, Xiaoxue constantly secretes holy water that sprays out.

However, Wenxuan only touched Feng's pinkish-white skin with his fingertips before withdrawing his fingers, which were covered with the saintess's ink.

Looking at the slightly sticky, transparent holy water on his fingers, Wenxuan put it to his lips and tasted it.

“They’re ripe… It’s time to pick them, but…” Wenxuan said, then changed the subject, looking at Ling in his arms, who was frightened by what had just happened.

She then smiled and said, "It's better to start with the younger ones. I prefer to eat the tender ones, and save the slightly older ones for later."

Upon hearing this, Ling's pupils widened suddenly.

He immediately tried to beg for mercy and cry for help.

"woo woo woo woo……"

However, all it could produce was a whimpering sound.

Bell's struggles were in vain, which only made Wenxuan Barrett grow even larger and longer.

Seeing that the bell in his arms was still restless and hadn't figured out the situation, and considering that everyone in this world was an ordinary person, Wenxuan didn't waste time using "optimization".

The more he struggled, the more excited he became; the more he resisted, the tighter the stick was gripped, and the greater the force with which it hit Xiaoxue in the end.

The effect of the tuned version will definitely not be worse than the "optimized" version.

After all, island nations admire the strong and have an innate servility. Perhaps the more ruthless he is, the more Ling and Feng will be unable to leave his Barrett.

Chapter 127 Submission, Becoming a Slave of Faith

Wenxuan saw that Ling was looking at him with a look of horror, but he did not feel any pity.

He picked up the bell horizontally, brought the two tables together, and then placed the bell on the table.

"Waaaaah, waaaah~"

Seeing that Wenxuan was really coming, with a wicked smile on his face, Ling also wanted to run away. After all, without Wenxuan's restraints, her hands were freed, except for the white socks on her mouth.

The next second, Ling reached into her mouth to take the little white sock out of her mouth.

"Oh? Looks like you're still not giving up."

Seeing that Ling was still resisting him, Wenxuan had no choice but to bring out the real deal.

The next moment, crackling electrical sounds rang out in Wenxuan's palm.

Before Ling could react, Wenxuan had already placed his hand on the woman's leg.

The electric current traveled up her thigh, paralyzing Bell as she tried to remove the white sock from her mouth.

Her hands froze and trembled in the air, her short blue hair standing on end due to the electric current. The once pretty and cute Ling now looked somewhat like a beggar.

However, her face did not turn black; Wenxuan merely restricted the woman's movements and did not use overly powerful lightning.

Seeing that the woman's body was convulsing, Wenxuan released his grip.

After a while, Ling finally came to her senses from the spasms all over her body.

The next second, Ling stared in disbelief and tension at the crackling electric arcs in Wenxuan's hand.

Looking at the electric arc in Wenxuan's palm, Ling's delicate area still trembled uncontrollably.

"Shh~" Wenxuan made a shushing gesture and put his hand to his lips.

"I prefer you to be obedient, otherwise~"

"Inevitably, I might do something even more outrageous to you, like..."

Before Ling could react, Wenxuan gently touched her pink little snow with his electrified index finger.

The next second, a scream was heard from the bell.

"Waaaaah... Ahhhhhh."

Although it was a scream, you could still hear a barely perceptible glee in the woman's voice.

Because there was a sock in his mouth, he could only call out like that; otherwise, he might have sounded a little sullen.

After all, Wenxuan's index finger was teasing the little pink and red pimple on Ling's pink and white butterfly.

As Ling screamed and Wenxuan teased her with his index finger, Ling's little snow gradually began to spray out murky holy water, unlike Feng's clear water.