Chapter Twelve Alternative

  "What are you doing? What did I say you should do?" Fang Yan's face revealed an evil color, sizing up Wang Yan's plump breasts with a gaze that was both top and bottom.

  "Aren't you looking down on me, not putting me in your eyes? Usually, aren't you humiliating me in every way, saying I'm a toad who wants to eat swan meat? Today, let me repay you for this swan meat that you hold so high." Fang Yan reached out and grabbed Wang Yan's soft chest, feeling the other person's plump and delicate body. Fang Yan let out a sigh of admiration, and with both hands roughly rummaged through Wang Yan's bosom, the full and upright twin peaks flattening under the immense pressure.

  "Ah...!" Feeling the unusual sensation spreading from her tender chest, Wang Yan's face slightly changed. This guy was actually so rough and violent in rubbing her tender chest. She wanted to resist, but the more she struggled, the more Fang Yan used force.

  It was only when Wang Yan was still a virgin, although her words were somewhat flirtatious, she had not been touched by a man before. Now, the softest part of her body was being roughly grasped by Fang Yan's forceful hands.

  "Hmm! As expected, you're quite the material, plump and full, making people reluctant to leave. Fang Yan reluctantly let go of his hands, caught a glimpse of Wang Yan's embarrassed and angry expression, and calmly said: "Don't worry, with your broken shoes, I'm not at the point where I'd eat anything yet!"

  "Besides, this isn't the place for that sort of thing! You want to fight, but I'd rather not lose face. Looking around at the bloodstains, Fang Yan's sword-shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood that would soon attract nearby demonic beasts, causing him to smile involuntarily."

  "Fang Yan, you good-for-nothing, who are you calling a broken shoe? I'm starving and have no choice, where am I lacking?" Wang Yan's face turned bright red, unsure if it was from anger or injury. As the beloved daughter of Yangzhou City, she was being compared to a broken shoe, and like a mad tigress, she bared her teeth and pounced on Fang Yan, ready to fight to the death.

  "You still say it's not a broken shoe, look at you, isn't that what they call 'hunger knows no bounds'? Ignoring Wang Yan's gaze that seemed to spit out fire, Fang Yan exerted some force and tore open the corner of his clothes stained with blood on his chest, with a face full of ridicule."

  "What's wrong? Can't bear it?" Feeling Fang Yan's crudeness, Wang Yan had a sarcastic expression on her face. There wasn't a single good man under the sky.

  "Haha……with your figure, your chest isn't big enough and your butt isn't curvy enough. Fang Yan's taste isn't that low!" Fang Yan smiled ambiguously, waved the blood-stained skirt in front of her eyes, then tossed it into a clump of grass.

  The dress was stained with blood, the smell of blood was extremely heavy, and it would eventually attract ferocious beasts. Fang Yan alone was not afraid, but now there was another person, so he had to be cautious. Now, in more than a month, it will be time to leave this sword tomb space. He wants to go crazy and take revenge within this month, killing all the descendants of the Gao family and the Wang family who entered the sword tomb space. And Wang Yan has a crucial position in the Wang family, and is also intimately connected with the Gao family's children, making her an even better bait. If the Gao and Wang families knew that Wang Yan was in his hands, they would definitely send people to rescue her.

  They stripped Gao Jie, Wang Yong and others of their spoils, Fang Yan picked up Wang Yan with one hand, not giving the other party a chance to resist, and disappeared into the nearby woods in a few leaps.

  After Fang Yan left, several fierce beasts arrived nearby, including a three-stage top-level demon beast Silver Horned Lone Wolf that he had encountered before. The bodies of Wang Yong and Gao Jie were torn to shreds by these powerful demon beasts.

  "Fang Yan, you good-for-nothing, where are you taking me?"

  Being dragged by Fang Yan's rapid running, Wang Yan had an angry face, not understanding where this guy was taking her.

  "I'll take you to a safe place." Fang Yan said calmly. It wasn't until Fang Yan appeared far away from the crowd that he threw Wang Yan to the ground and asked.

  "You were with Gao Jin and Wang Yanran together, how did you separate, where are they now?"

  "What? Afraid? Afraid of Yan Rantang's sister and Gao Jin's revenge?" Wang Yan's face turned cold, and she asked Fang Yan back.

  "You're wrong to say that they're afraid of me. If they don't come looking for trouble, I'll go looking for theirs." Fang Yan sneered.

  "Is this your only reliance, with just six layers of Qi cultivation? Or are you still relying on Fang Piao from the Fang family?" Wang Yan's face was filled with ridicule upon hearing this.

  "It's up to you whether or not to say it, this Sword Grave space is only so big, we will meet again someday." Fang Yan coldly smiled, knowing that he couldn't get anything out of Wang Yan, and with a leap, jumped onto a sturdy tree branch and began to meditate.

  As for Wang Yan, her soft and slender body was now tightly bound to the tree trunk, unable to move. Only her two eyeballs were constantly rotating, with a fierce aura gathering at her eyebrows. The tight tree vines made Wang Yan's figure even more alluring, especially those proud twin peaks. The pink buds under her white long dress were faintly visible, revealing an indescribable charm.

  Fang Yan was so absorbed in his cultivation that he didn't notice Wang Yan. Wang Yan gazed vigilantly at Fang Yan on the tree trunk, her slender fingers moving ceaselessly on the trunk, leaving behind a faint mark that seemed to vanish into thin air.

  This mark is the royal family's unique technique to connect with their disciples in the Sword Grave space. After doing all this, Wang Yan looked at Fang Yan with vigilance. Suddenly, at this moment, Fang Yan opened his tightly closed eyes, and the four eyes met. A flash of panic color flashed across Wang Yan's eyes.

  A glance of reckless abandon, a faint smile, and then he withdrew his gaze.

  "Could I have been discovered?" Until Fang Yan closed his eyes, Wang Yan's little heart was still thumping wildly.

  "Considering you're so obedient, I'll let you live a few more days." Fang Yan closed his eyes and muttered to himself in a barely audible voice.

  A night without words.

  At dawn, the dark sky gradually brightened up, and the morning sunlight filled the earth. Fang Yan got up, and after a night of cultivation, his pure Yang skill had made some progress. Feeling the surging energy in his body, he lightly jumped down from the tree trunk and walked towards Wang Yan who was tied to the tree trunk.

  Wang Yan's face was as cold as frost, her icy gaze piercing through Fang Yan, as if she wanted to swallow him whole. Her eyes were like a venomous snake, cold and sinister.

  As for Wang Yan's cold gaze, Fang Yan was somewhat displeased and slightly furrowed his brow. Suddenly, he stretched out his left hand and gently lifted Wang Yan's chin, staring at the exquisite face in front of him with a serious expression: "I practiced all night, but I didn't achieve anything. Instead, I cultivated a belly full of desire! What do you think I should do? Should I execute you on the spot or...?"

  Wang Yan heard this and her delicate body suddenly trembled violently, struggling and twisting, looking at Fang Yan with some fear.

  "Don't worry, I've said it before, you're not big enough in the chest and your butt isn't perky enough! For someone like you, I'm just not interested." Fang Yan saw his opponent getting agitated, with a playful and teasing expression.

  Wang Yan heard this, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and her face became even more gloomy. She also saw that Fang Yan was intentionally teasing herself. Suddenly, she stood up with pride, her twin peaks erect, and coldly said: "You don't try it out, how do you know that my breasts are not big enough and my butt is not good-looking?"

  Wang Yan's words were extremely provocative, her hips swaying, her lips slightly parted, and her tongue occasionally darting out. Her eyes seemed to be filled with a mesmerizing liquid, filling Fang Yan's mind with an unutterable sensation. The vines binding her body, combined with her seductive movements, constantly teased Fang Yan's nerves, reminding him of the bondage art from a certain island nation in his past life. This was really too enticing, intentionally luring people into committing crimes.