Chapter 15 White Sand

Time flies, and a few days pass by in a blink of an eye. Three meals are delivered every day. After the girl finished eating, she went to the pool to do a simple cleaning and then went back to bed to continue practicing.

In just a few days, the girl's seriously injured body was almost healed, and her strength was faintly restored to the level of her division. She could shock her chin and fall back to the recovery power of her chin on her body.

But every boxer who delivered the meal seemed to have agreed and never touched the girl. He even did not tease the boxer who delivered the meal the first day. Every time he came in, the girl let the girl hide behind the pillow, put down the food plate and leave, and waited for the next time to deliver the food, and then took away the last food plate.

After all, everyone knows that the girl is already a tiger with teeth pulled out. If a sword cultivator doesn’t have a sword, it means that he has half of his combat power. Close-fitting fighting is the strength of boxers. What’s more, the girl’s arms are all useless. How powerful can the attack that can only raise her legs have?

After seeing the delivery person leave again, Jing Lun raised his body and looked at the food and turned over to continue to sleep. It was not that the girl didn't want to eat it, but that after eating big fish and meat for several days, the girl was desperate to find that there was no toilet in this room.

I rolled up and trembled slightly, and my belly was visible to the naked eye to bulge a subtle curve. If the urine was fine, the pool was filled with live water and it was done with just one trip down.

But the small pool was very shallow, and the girl could only submerge her chest when she lie down. Moreover, the water inlet and drain holes were very subtle. If the stool was bound to be blocked inside, then her only facility to clean her body would have to be scrapped.

Ask for help?

I would rather die than go to the toilet here.

Jing Lun raised her body to patrol the room. After exploring these days, she had basically seen the room. The only place that seemed to be a toilet was the floor slightly tilted downward on the left side of the house, but it was not covered, just a slightly tilted floor. If she were to pull it, she would have to face the pile of excrement all day, and the pillar with hemp rope tied to it was obviously used to wipe her butt.

I don’t know if the person coming will clean it up. If it is not cleaned up, the more you pile it up?

The girl trembled all over when she thought of some possible consequences. The anus behind her little butt was slightly opened and was tightly closed by the girl. The black dirt was almost visible to the naked eye to the hole, but the girl took a breath and sucked it back. After a while, a little bit of mischievously poked out.

At this time, her stomach was still protesting unscrupulously because of the trouble of excretion. She hadn't eaten for a day. If she didn't eat, she would be hungry, and if she didn't eat, she would be worse.

The girl curled up more and more, slowly cursing everyone here.

Suddenly hearing the door was opened, Jing Lun hurriedly hid behind the pillow. Didn’t the person who delivered the meal just leave?

But after seeing the person clearly, anger suddenly rose in the girl's eyes.

The delicate body curled behind the pillow moved into a position that could burst out at any time.

Baisha heard that his cute niece had not eaten for a day, so she walked into the room and looked at the food plate on the ground that had not moved before, then looked at the white-haired girl staring at him like a furious hair, and a sneer raised at the corner of her mouth.

Then he approached the girl, but before he could speak, a pillow flew over, and the fragrant foot in the blind spot in his vision kicked his lower body.

With a pounce, Baisha let the pillow hit the head and slowly slide down. After the vision is widened, what I see is the girl's distorted expression on her face, jumping away with one foot.

The king's body has been tempered for a long time. As long as he wants, any part can instantly harden to steel-like strength. Obviously, Jing Lun kicked over with one kick and kicked directly onto an iron block.

Before Jing Lun could jump two steps, a huge gust of wind approached instantly, and only a black shadow flashed through his vision. Jing Lun quickly raised one leg to block it, and the expected sensation of blow did not come.

In an instant, Baisha had already come to the girl's back, but she was still defending forward.

The man pushed his knees upwards, and the girl with only one leg standing upright was rushed to the slope on the other side of the house.

Jing Lun struggled to get up, and his butt was sitting backwards facing the white sand. His little butt hurt so hard that he rubbed against the wall uncontrollably.

A sense of sorrow arose from the bottom of my heart. If her hands could still move, if she could still hold the sword, if she had held her weapon in time, no matter what the situation would have been several times better than now.

The water vapor was spinning in the girl's eyes, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of her enemies.

With his head down and trying not to let the man see her tears, a big hand slowly stretched out, and the girl hurriedly lay down her delicate body, and her whole body was lying on the slope invisibly in the shape of a frog.

Even so, Jing Lun still clearly felt the man's rough big hands slipping in from the intersection between his shoulders and the ground, grabbing her breasts without any obstacles and ravaging them.

Jing Lun trembled for a moment, then he remembered that he was naked, but after his arms were abolished, his chest was basically unprepared.

Not to mention covering up, there was no right to refuse to touch others. Suddenly, a tear-like pain came from my chest, and Baisha was not touching.

Baisha rubbed for a while, pinched the girl's nipples and slowly lifted them up. She looked at Jing Lun with a playful look on her face, twisted her face but had to cooperate with her pinched breasts and slowly sat up, squatted, stood up, and stared at him fiercely.

The fierce expression was like a cat with a furry fur. If it weren't for the girl's naked tiptoe, her tight body was balanced only by her pinched nipples.

Baisha came inexplicably and felt a sense of pleasure. It was this genius girl who had firmly attracted the attention of the entire clan from the moment she was born.

Those glory that should belong to him, those powers that should belong to him, those resources that should belong to him fell apart just because of her birth.

And this proud girl, a genius who should have grown up healthily into a domineering leader, was playing with him naked and holding his little breasts. A trace of perverted pleasure flashed in the man's eyes.

What a genius sword saint, what a terrible god comes from heaven, isn't a bitch.

Baisha pinched Jing Lun's breasts and shook them violently. Seeing the girl's delicate body swaying like a rag due to loss of balance, she had to go left, and she had to go right, and her tender nipples seemed to have become the lifting device for controlling the doll.

Jing Lun thought Baisha’s biggest goal was the Holy Land War Temple in the clan, but he didn’t know that the man’s biggest goal was actually her.

Since childhood, he showed a different cultivation speed than ordinary people. Baisha was mistakenly thought by his clan to be a son of god who saved the world. He has devoted all his resources to cultivate since childhood. He has brought rare medicinal materials, excellent skills, and powerful combat skills.

However, at some point, the young man's cultivation level that was soaked by medicine came to a silence just after he was promoted to the king level, and even stopped moving forward for decades. The cultivation level that was standing still wiped out the hot hopes of the clansmen, and even made his elder brother chase him.

Jianniang, who had been practicing hard since childhood, became a king-level relying on his own efforts, and even had a tendency to improve again. All this made Baisha, who was used to being high, frightened, but no matter how many genius treasures he had eaten, his cultivation level would never move forward.

The point of all this was that the demented sword magic gave birth to a daughter. The Shenyu Sword, which had been deposited in the clan for countless years, soared into the sky and floated directly above the baby's head.

This made countless tribes kneel down on the spot, which was the posture of a god of war.

The man who was neglected from then on was like the garbage abandoned by the times. On one hand, there was a girl who grew up surrounded and cared for by the whole clan, and on the other hand, there was a man hiding in the shadows.

Watching the girl laughing and enjoying the things that should belong to him.

Jealousy, reluctance, and hatred gradually swallowed his reason.

On a rainy night, Baisha completely broke out. He unleashed several defensive restrictions from the tribe from within, joined forces with other king-level forces, dispatched a total of four king-level ones, including him, and completely wiped out the war god clan.

The condition is that other forces divide the legacy, and he only has that talented girl.