Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

The Pure Yang Holy Body combined with the corresponding ”Yin Yang Sacred Heart Technique” truly maximized Sun Zhe’s combat power.

Even though he had exhausted all his bullets into Li Shiyan’s body last night, leaving not a drop, after a good night’s sleep, his bullet inventory was fully replenished!

Looking at Gu Lingxue’s high-waist A-line skirt and those long grey silk legs, Sun Zhe could hold back, but Second Master Sun couldn’t hold back at all.

So, under the instigation of Second Master Sun, Sun Zhe caught up with Gu Lingxue, quickly sat in the driver’s seat, stepped on the gas, and drove the car to a relatively secluded underground parking garage.

...

”Oh dear, what are you doing? What if someone sees us?”

”You’ve been touching my leg the whole way, the nylons I just bought are almost getting ruined by your touch.”

Faced with Sun Zhe’s wandering hands, Gu Lingxue, sitting in the passenger seat, crossed her legs and struggled, looking very unwilling.

But in reality, she was playing hard-to-get.

Unknowingly, her high heels were already taken off, and her feet, wrapped in stockings, were reaching out from below, intentionally or unintentionally, rubbing against Sun Zhe’s hairy calves.

The wild hairy legs and the delicate silky feet rubbed together, the peculiar sensation like an electric current swept through their bodies and minds.

”Director Gu, I really can’t hold it anymore, help me.”

Sun Zhe looked pained, seemingly pleading, but in fact, his mind was made up, and he was ten percent sure of getting what he wanted.

Even if Gu Lingxue was flirtatious, she still retained some feminine modesty, so Sun Zhe decided to play along with her act.

”Even if you can’t hold it, you have to.”

”Then help me suck a bit?”

Gu Lingxue rolled her eyes at him, ”Go to hell, all you do is bully people all day, who wants to eat that stinky thing?”

Sun Zhe’s face darkened, ”Gu Lingxue, you’ve changed.”

”How have I changed?”

”Remember when we first met, in the office...”

”Alright, alright, stop right there!”

Gu Lingxue’s face flushed red, stopping him from continuing, saying crossly, ”Just ten minutes, if you’re not done by then, figure it out yourself.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe didn’t say a word, happily untied the string on his casual shorts, lifted his hips from the seat, grabbed the waistband with both hands, and pulled down, releasing the thing that had sent Gu Lingxue to ecstasy countless times, his actions smooth and fluid.

The rich masculine aura immediately filled the cramped car space, almost tangible.

Unlike the usual unpleasant smell that normal men exude, this was the fragrance inherent to the Pure Yang Holy Body, possessing a fatal attraction to women.

Gu Lingxue’s beautiful eyes instantly became dreamy, her repressed desires gradually igniting, looking at the mischievous guy with a mix of bashfulness and resentment, she lifted a hand to tuck a dangling strand of hair behind her ear, turning sideways and slowly leaning forward.

Watching those plump red lips, colored with lip glaze, getting closer to his beloved, Sun Zhe slowly leaned back in his seat, completely relaxing, a look of bliss on his face.

Only when the warm, moist sensation spread through him did he let out a long sigh.

”Not bad, Director Gu, you’ve improved.”

Hearing this, Gu Lingxue snorted softly and deliberately scraped her teeth, making Sun Zhe shiver in pain.

”Stinky, did you not shower after coming out?”

Sun Zhe bared his teeth in pain, ”That really almost took my life.”

Gu Lingxue looked up at his pained expression and couldn’t help but giggle, revealing a victorious smile.

But in the next moment, Sun Zhe’s retaliation came.

She felt her body lighten, and before she could react, she was held and laid down by Sun Zhe.

”Oh no, don’t...”

”Mmhm... I just wore this today, and you’ve already torn it again...”

In the struggle.

Sun Zhe skillfully tore open the thin film and placed the two silk legs on his shoulders, launching a fierce attack.

After only a short while of assault, he looked down to see a mess of foam, utterly chaotic and captivating.

...

...

Somewhere in Hua Country.

A majestic building stood deep within the mountains, surrounded by peaks and clouds, seemingly an isolated immortal realm, breathtakingly beautiful.

At this moment.

In the grand, ancient hall.

Fang Ruoxue knelt on the ground, tears streaming down, being scolded by several elders.

On the other side.

Fang Xing lay on a stretcher, face pale, barely breathing, like a candle about to burn out.

The disciples looked at this junior brother, all feeling heartbroken, many who were close to Fang Xing shouting for revenge.

”Silence!”

While everyone was making noise, a cold, yet authoritative female voice suddenly came from outside the door.

All the disciples instantly straightened up, looking toward the entrance of the hall, too afraid to make a sound, immediately stepping aside to respectfully salute.

The person who arrived was none other than the Qingyao Sect Master known as the ”Qingyao Fairy” — Fang Feijing!

Since Fang Feijing had long been secluding herself in the restricted area at the back mountain, most sect affairs were handled by several elders, thus few disciples had seen the fairy’s true appearance.

With her arrival, the entire hall seemed to fill with a refreshing fragrance that was invigorating, yet accompanied by a coldness that pierced the bones.

Her white dress fluttered, her long hair flowing, with a crystal hairpin glittering like a queen’s crown; her star-like eyes clear and bright, encompassing everything; her stunning face with just slight makeup, enough to dazzle the world.

As she walked, the hem of her intricately patterned white dress swayed, revealing the slender legs wrapped in thin white stockings, and the delicate crystal high heels appeared and vanished, captivating hearts.

She seemed like a fairy from the snow, so beautifully ethereal, seemingly unreal.

Some new disciples, transfixed by her graceful figure, were mesmerized upon witnessing the sect master’s beauty, unable to look away, secretly lamenting that perhaps only the ”Most Beautiful Woman in Kyoto”, Qingcheng Immortal, and the legendary Dragon Capturing Priest could compare to the sect master.

”Sect Master!”

Several elders quickly went up to greet her.

Fang Feijing was about to speak when she suddenly saw Fang Xing on the stretcher, near death, and instantly felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body seemingly frozen.

After Fang Xing was born, her husband met with misfortune shortly after. She raised her son alone, pouring all her love for her husband into him; one might say Fang Xing was her life.

”What... What happened?”

Always indifferent and proud, her lips trembled, unusually losing her composure, turned to the elders, her voice quivering with a rasping sob.

The second elder, with a head full of silver hair, sighed and said, ”The urgent matter now is to first heal Xing’er.”

Saying this, he waved his hand, signaling the disciples to leave.

”Master...”

Fang Ruoxue, her eyes blurry with tears, looked at Fang Feijing, sobbing, ”It’s my fault for not protecting junior brother.”

The second elder waved his hand, ”Alright, it’s no use talking about this now, Ruoxue, you should leave as well.”

”Yes...”

Fang Ruoxue stood up and slowly exited the hall.

Not long after.

Fang Ruoxue heard her sect master and master’s suppressed sobbing outside the door.

”Who did this?”

”I will grind them to dust!”

”...”