Chapter 179: Intimate conversation with Yingge in Mrs. Hu's room
The reason why he was sticking to Cheng Jiao at that time was purely to complete the task. If Ji Wuye had not asked for too short a time, Yingge would never have stuck to him like this.

Cheng Jiao was not being honest while holding Yingge's hand, and he scratched the palm of Yingge's hand from time to time. When they were about to reach Madam Hu's mansion, he pressed Yingge's shoulders and kissed her in the corner despite her struggle.

Cheng Jiao had been patient with Yingge for a long time. If it weren't for so many things, and if he hadn't planned to make Yingge betray him completely, he would have taken Yingge and made him a member of his harem long ago.

Yingge was kissed deeply by Chengjiao, but she didn't dare to resist, she just kept making "woooo" sounds. She felt a little sad, she didn't expect that her first kiss would be taken away like this, in this dark corner.

Even if she was unwilling, she had to endure it. She knew very well that if she betrayed Ji Wuye, she would be hunted to the ends of the earth without Cheng Jiao's protection. Moreover, Mo Ya and Bai Feng had already left for Xianyang. In order to survive better in the future and to prevent Mo Ya and Bai Feng from being arbitrarily disposed of by Cheng Jiao, she needed to catch Cheng Jiao.

She was very beautiful, and she was well aware of her attraction to a lecher like Cheng Jiao. As a killer, she was ready to give everything. She suppressed all the emotions in her heart and began to actively cooperate with Cheng Jiao's invasion.

Cheng Jiao, who was kissing Yingge, could not help but feel pleased as he watched Yingge change from being passive and stiff to actively cooperating. His skill in winning someone over was learned from beauties like Li Wu, Jing Niu, Zi Nu, Lady Hu, Lady Hu, and Lady Ming Zhu. How could an inexperienced Yingge resist him?

In broad daylight and in dark corners, Cheng Jiao was interested in attacking Yingge's small and delicate beak.

It must be said that when a top-notch master is strong, he has innate internal energy and can last for a long time without breathing. Unlike with Mrs. Hu and Lady Hu, he had to let them take a breath before they were fully kissed. There were a few times when he lost control and almost suffocated Mrs. Hu, not to mention that Mrs. Hu and Lady Hu sometimes had inexplicably red and swollen lips.

After a long time, even though Yingge had his innate inner energy to support him, he was still agitated by Cheng Jiao's skills. His head suddenly felt dizzy. He didn't know if it was because he was holding it back or because he had desires that he shouldn't have.

Cheng Jiao was no longer satisfied with just the taste, and his hands began to wander around Yingge's body. Yingge felt Cheng Jiao's dishonest hands grabbing her, so she subconsciously pushed Cheng Jiao away and took a few breaths of fresh air, which made her originally confused mind clear.

Looking at Yingge, who was leaning against the wall with one hand and panting a little, Cheng Jiao patted Yingge's jade back.

Yingge's face was ruddy. She looked up at Cheng Jiao's somewhat gentle eyes. She thought a lot in an instant and finally half closed her eyes.

"Sir, this place is not very convenient."

She had already accepted her fate, or rather, she had accepted her fate the moment she killed her first person in the Ghost Mountain and Blood Pool where she trained as a killer at night.

Thinking of the Ghost Mountain Blood Pond, Yingge became somewhat numb. It was a place that left a shadow on her for her entire life. She still remembered that many years ago, among the hundreds of children, only she and Mo Ya survived.

In this era, each assassin organization has different methods of training assassins. The assassins in Luowang, where Jingwei is, mainly come from two sources: one is to recruit desperate swordsmen or prisoners on death row, such as Liu Jiannu and Shengqi, and the other is to select orphans and train them from a young age, such as Jingwei.

The former's training focuses on actual combat, directly assigning tasks, and those who survive will be promoted to the next level, and those who die will not be collected. The latter focuses more on training, eliminating a group of people, and those with martial arts talent will join Tiansha Dijue to become killers and assassins. Those with brains will join Chimei Wuliang to become successful spies.

Cheng Jiao looked at Yingge with a dull expression and called him a few times. He found that Yingge was in an inexplicable emotion and couldn't extricate himself.

Looking at the confusion and grief in Yingge's eyes, Cheng Jiao suddenly felt a little guilty. He seemed to have changed a lot. After more than a year of experiencing the identity of a young master, he cared less and less about the feelings of others.

Just like treating Yingge, his mentality was like treating a beautiful object, wanting to obtain it and own it, but forgetting that Yingge was a living person with his own joys and sorrows.

This damn decadent aristocratic life! Cheng Jiao cursed in his heart.

Cheng Jiao decided to change his mind and not to take Yingge down violently. He was a kind-hearted and gentlemanly man, so how could he do such a vulgar thing?

So, Cheng Jiao carried the still silent Yingge on his back, feeling the softness on his back, and prepared to walk to the mansion.

Yingge, who was being carried on Cheng Jiao's back, slowly came to her senses, with confusion flashing in her eyes. She didn't know why Cheng Jiao carried her on his back, which made her extremely uncomfortable. She had never been carried by anyone since she could remember. This strange experience made her very comfortable, but it was also difficult for her to enjoy it with peace of mind. She didn't know why she resisted from the bottom of her heart, which made her feel very divided.

Yingge put her head on Cheng Jiao's back. She was a little tired, or to be more exact, she was mentally tired. She didn't want to think about the things that were pulling at her mind.

Cheng Jiao carried Yingge into Madam Hu's mansion, and a maid walked over quickly.

"Sir, you are here. Madam is out and not here today."

Cheng Jiao smiled and said, "My sister-in-law went away for some business, so she gave me the house deed and entrusted me to manage my eldest brother's mansion. Where is the housekeeper?"

The maid was surprised and asked, "I am the housekeeper. Where did the lady go?"

Cheng Jiao didn't say anything, but took out the house deed that Zi Nu gave him from his arms with one hand.

The housekeeper recognized the characters and could tell that this was the title deed to the mansion. She handed it to Cheng Jiao and asked, "Since the Madam has given instructions, how do you plan to arrange it, young master?"

According to Cheng Jiao's original intention, he would just sell it, but now he finds that it seems better to keep the mansion.

Those who find it inconvenient to play in Zilanxuan can indulge themselves here.

The housekeeper looked at Cheng Jiao anxiously, worried that Cheng Jiao would dismiss them.

"How many people are here?"

The housekeeper said nervously, "There are ten people in total, one cook, five maids, and four handymen."

"so little?"

"Since Lord Liu passed away, Madam has dismissed some servants to save money."

"Well, this mansion is mine now. You guys stay here. Someone will come soon. Don't be afraid."

As soon as Cheng Jiao finished speaking, a man from the Qi Jue Tang dressed in tight clothes walked in.

"Sir, Boss Zi Nu has already ordered that Qi Jue Tang will dispatch people to take turns guarding the courtyard here."

"Yes, it's okay. Zi Nu will pay for all the expenses of the mansion."

After hearing what Cheng Jiao said, the sturdy man saluted and left.

The housekeeper looked at the strong man who was leaving with some fear. She knew Qi Jue Tang, the largest underground gang in Xinzheng City. Although it had a good reputation, it was still a gang no matter how good it was! They were all a group of fearless desperadoes!

"My friend is tired, go to the house and rest for a while, don't disturb him, understand?"

The housekeeper looked at Cheng Jiao's slightly smiling face and knew what he was going to do. As a housekeeper, she naturally knew when to pretend to be confused. Just like she didn't continue to ask Cheng Jiao about Mrs. Hu, the secrets in it might cost someone's life.

"The servant knows."

Yingge, who was sticking to Cheng Jiao's back, felt his heart tighten when he heard it and subconsciously grabbed Cheng Jiao's shoulders.

Coming to the familiar inner room, Cheng Jiao sighed a little.

He didn't know how much sweat he had shed for his sister-in-law here. Now, holding Yingge, he had to continue to shed the sweat of his hard work here. This made him feel deeply that it was not easy for himself, but he enjoyed it. Yingge was put down by Chengjiao.

"Come, help me undress."

Cheng Jiao spread his arms and signaled Yingge with his eyes.

The blush on Yingge's innocent face, which had just faded, showed signs of reappearing. She silently untied Chengjiao's belt and helped him undress with a bit of awkwardness. Looking at Chengjiao's muscular figure, Yingge lowered her head, not daring to look.

Cheng Jiao stretched his muscles a little, looked at Yingge who lowered his head, and took the initiative to hug Yingge's slender waist. He chuckled and said, "Since you helped me undress, then let me help you undress."

Yingge was still wearing the same tight blue dress today, and she wore a pendant on her snow-white neck, which was an exquisitely carved wooden parrot.

Yingge, whose belt Cheng Jiao had just untied, took a step back and said softly, "Sir, I'll do it myself."

"Oh? That's fine too."

Cheng Jiao sat on the bed, admiring the graceful body of Yingge that was slowly emerging. Her elastic abdominal muscles were faintly visible on her waist. It was the first time that Cheng Jiao saw a woman's abdominal muscles in real life, which surprised him a little.

Li Wu, Jing Niu and Zi Nu were also assassins. Because of their extraordinary internal strength, their waists were not fat at all and were extremely tough. However, they did not have abdominal muscles like Ying Ge.

Seeing Yingge's speed of undressing change from fast to slow, Cheng Jiao was a little impatient, and quickly helped Yingge take off the remaining clothes, picked up Yingge and put her on the bed. He stroked Yingge's abdominal muscles, which were indeed very elastic, but less tough than Jingwei's, probably because his internal strength had not been practiced to the right level.

"Yingge, have you ever practiced external martial arts?"

Yingge was held in Chengjiao's arms and said sadly, "No."

Cheng Jiao sensed the change in Yingge's tone and was moved: "Can you tell me more?"

Yingge pursed her small lips and said, "Sir, let's begin."

Cheng Jiao was startled, looking at Yingge, who looked like he was trying to make a deal with him, and felt a little unhappy. "Yingge, are you disgusted by me?" Cheng Jiao's tone was a little cold, causing Yingge's fingers to tremble.

"Yingge doesn't dare."

"Don't dare or can't?"

Yingge was silent. Cheng Jiao played with Yingge's delicate white hands and said faintly, "Yingge, although I am indeed a lecher, I have never treated others unfairly. I know you gave in to me because of Bai Feng and Mo Ya, but I still want to tell you that since you have chosen to be my woman, both your body and your heart must be with me. If one day, I find that you have changed your mind or have lost interest in me, I don't know what extraordinary things I will do. Do you understand?"

Yingge's face turned pale. This was the second time Cheng Jiao warned her.

Cheng Jiao felt Yingge's hands gradually getting colder, with some beads of sweat on the palms. He softened his tone and said, "I can assure you that as long as you love me wholeheartedly, you don't have to worry about the safety of Mo Ya and Bai Feng. On the contrary, I will make use of them."

Yingge couldn't suppress her emotions. She closed her eyes that couldn't hold back her tears and hugged Chengjiao's chest. "Yingge will love you, sir. I hope you can treat me well."

Cheng Jiao turned over and pressed Yingge under him. Looking at Yingge with eyes closed and tears streaming down her face, he kissed her eyes and tasted the salty taste of her tears.

After being kissed by Cheng Jiao, Yingge forgot why she was crying. She opened her other eye and stared blankly at Cheng Jiao who was kissing her eyes. The impact on her was even more intense than when Cheng Jiao kissed her lips deeply before.

Cheng Jiao no longer cared about Yingge’s past. Some things can only be known after a long time of affection.

Yingge was toyed with by Cheng Jiao unscrupulously, and the places where her face was wet with rain just now were slowly covered with sweat.

Both she and Cheng Jiao are good at martial arts, so naturally they both have excellent physical strength.

Even though it was her first time, and even though Cheng Jiao was very fast and showed no mercy, she was still able to hold on.

The only thing that made Yingge feel ashamed and helpless was that his mouth would always unconsciously make those sounds that made people's blood boil, and some part of his body would contract uncontrollably.

Cheng Jiao was very surprised that Yingge was so persistent during its first time. What surprised him even more was that Yingge almost cooperated with him passively, which made it almost difficult for him to control himself. If he had not been an experienced warrior and a novice, and had not been able to consciously strengthen his body and soul, he would probably have been taken away by Yingge.

He didn't know what a treasure was, nor did he know what it looked like, but he knew that his women were all different in their own ways.

A red glow appeared on Yingge's fair skin. She was tormented by Cheng Jiao, who was becoming more and more excited. She had to use her internal strength to relieve the discomfort.

After some material exchanges, Yingge looked at Cheng Jiao and saw that he felt comfortable, slowed down his pace, and breathed a sigh of relief.

If this continued, even if Yingge used her internal strength to relieve the pain, her body would still need time to recover. With swords and sabers flashing and spears and clubs swiping across the battlefield, there was no way she would have a chance to catch her breath.

The sky outside had already taken on a tinge of red. Yingge was held in Cheng Jiao's arms, leaning against his chest with a dizzy head.

"Yingge, you have great physical strength. Have you really never practiced external martial arts?"

Cheng Jiao's family knows their own business. His strong physical fitness is completely transformed by the spiritual power. In Jingwei's words, he is no worse than the external masters of the same strength. Yingge can barely keep up with his pace, so he can't help but ask again.

Yingge said groggily, "No. It's just that after I ate a magical fruit at Ghost Mountain Blood Pond many years ago, I seemed to have endless energy. That's why I survived at Ghost Mountain Blood Pond."

"Ghost Mountain Blood Pond? What is that place?"

Yingge regained some clarity, and there was a hint of pain in his eyes.

"That's where Nightmares trains killers. Mo Ya, Bai Feng, and I all came from there."

Cheng Jiao wisely did not continue asking questions. It was obvious that the blood pool in the Ghost Mountain was very bloody.

I can't help but sigh that Ms. Zhang Ailing's theory is right. Women are always easy to talk to after that. Yingge was secretive before, but now she has a tendency to speak out everything she knows, which makes Cheng Jiao very satisfied.

There is still a lot of time left, and he can slowly make Yingge have him in her heart and body, and she will never be able to leave him.
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When Han Fei sent the caravan to a distance of forty miles, it was already three o'clock in the morning. After bidding farewell to Li Wu, he rode back on his white horse.

Jingwei jumped down from the tree, holding Tianze, who had been knocked unconscious three or four times.

"Miss Jingwei, thank you for escorting me all the way. It's time to go back, otherwise your master will be waiting anxiously."

Han Fei looked at Jingwei with a cold face and wanted to liven up his speech, but Jingwei didn't seem to buy it. Perhaps only Cheng Jiao could make this icy beauty smile.

(End of this chapter)