out first. I want to have a talk with him about life."When Ding Ran heard his own name, Ding Lei's face was full of worry."Damn it, get out! Can't you hear your sister You're just a light bulb here,...A simple homeowner

What is a simple homeowner

Shen Yun pondered for a moment and then understood.

A mere homeowner, is like a vase that only looks pretty but serves no real purpose.

To put it more bluntly, it's a puppet.

While Shen Yun-in is the head of the Shen family in Han City, she has no authority to interfere with matters like personnel or resources within the household.

If Yue Zitou Aunt Yue were here, she would definitely sneer and say: "Hmph, girl, what's so fun about being a puppet If you want to do something, do it like your sister. Just say it and I'll be the boss."

Shen Yun is not Yue Zitong.

She didn't have as much ambition as Yue Auntie.

She was almost raped and swallowed by a giant python. The death of her grandfather, Li Nanzhang from the dark world, and the ruthless realities like the power of Xuan Yuan Wang, who could destroy the Han city Shen family at any time, made her understand many things.

What's wrong with being a simple homeowner

Furthermore, she had been pampered since childhood by her family unlike Li Nanfang's aunt who was seen as a thorn in the side by Yue Lincheng and others from a young age, wishing to kill her immediately.

Family affection is the only force that can rival love and hatred.

"Okay."

Shen Yun gazed at Shen Cunmo and the others, silent for a long time before nodding lightly.

Shen Cunmao and the others immediately let out a long sigh of relief, bowing their heads in unison to show respect to Shen Yun.

If this were a hundred years ago, they would have to kneel and congratulate the great Master Shen.

After they straightened their backs, Shen Yun spoke: "Two things. First, how I should connect with Li Nanshan's entire plan, that will be negotiated by your uncles and settle the plan."

"You can rest assured about this. This concerns the survival of the entire Shen family, we absolutely dare not take it lightly. We will definitely discuss and come up with the most suitable plan for you as quickly as possible."

Chen Cunmao immediately bowed respectfully in response.

Shen Yun nodded: "Well. Second, I want to see Duan Shuchang one last time."

Shen Cun's face changed color.

Now, the core members in Shen Yun's inner chamber all know that Duan Chuhuang holds a status in Shen Yun's heart that surpasses Li Nanshan countless times.

She wanted to see Duan Chushuang one last time—who could guarantee she wouldn't fall deeply in love again, unable to extricate herself from its clutches, and once more abandon her responsibilities as the head of the family, running off with someone and weeping

But before Shen Cun could change color and speak, Shen Yun softly said again: “I’m just saying goodbye to him in person through the internet while you’re here.”

"Whew!"

Shen Cunmo and others let out a series of long breaths in unison.

Ah, I see.

Shen Yun's request is not unreasonable at all.

She had loved Duan Cuo Huang for so long, and now she was abandoning love to focus on being the pillow partner of Li scum. She wouldn't even allow others to say a word to her old love, Sa Yu Na La! That's just too much.

Moreover, Shen Yun was saying this in front of everyone.

If Shen Cunmao and others refuse, they are very likely to be struck by lightning.

After getting his uncle and aunt's permission, Shen Yun began downloading the chat software Penguin on his notebook.

Watching the data in the download bar inch forward, Shen Yun casually asked, "Is there any news about Li Nanfang now"

"Yes."

After Shen Yun became the head of the family, her eldest uncle, Shen Cunmo, treated her with utmost respect. When answering her questions, he always bowed: "He is currently at the Dragon River beside Mount Canglong. I have strictly ordered that no one is allowed to enter a radius of five miles around his location."

"He's by the Canglong River What is he doing there"

When Shen Yun asked this strange question, he suddenly understood: "Oh, he buried Duan Xiangning there. He's... keeping watch over her grave."

"Well said, you're absolutely right."

Shen Cun looked at him with admiration and continued, “But in the past two days, he wasn't just guarding the tomb.”

Shen Yun came interested: "Not just guarding the tomb Then what is he doing"

What is Li Nanfang doing

He is playing the Buddhist nun's song.

For two consecutive days and nights, the relentless bombing, except for sleep, had numbed even Bodhisattva's spirit.

From the very beginning, she used her charm arts to desperately suck on Li Nanfang, vowing to drain him dry. To her surprise, instead of weakening, he seemed to be pulling back, drawing energy from her! Panic surged within her, and all she wanted was to escape—but each attempt failed, only to be dragged back, enduring even more brutal attacks. Eventually, Lady Bodhisattva could only become numb to it all.

Just like a corpse, at the mercy of Li Nanfang's whims.

Li Nanting made her strike any pose she wanted.

Let her scream, let her eat sashimi, let her rest with her eyes closed, even let her go to the bathroom—in short, Bodhisattva Man has become Li Nanshan's puppet.

Any resistance is futile. She will gain nothing but heavier suffering.

What frightened her even more was that after two days and nights, she could feel herself withering like a flower about to fade, ready to perish at any moment, yet he had not ejaculated once.

It's as if that thing of his lacks this function, only possessing the simple mechanical bombing functionality.

Actually, it wasn't just her who was afraid, Li Nanan was also worried.

When a man's sexual function is strong, it can certainly make him feel proud.

No matter what he does—with his mouth, hands, breasts, feet, or any other part of the body that a Bodhisattva could use—Li Nanfang has enjoyed countless times. But he shows no signs of stopping.

This can't be proud anymore.

One should be afraid.

If a man cannot experience the feeling of a floodgate bursting from this kind of labor, what's the difference between him and a machine

What's the point of living if you can't even knit

It's really strange.

The day before yesterday, when he was with Shen Yun in room 7, he was still normal. But after switching to the Bodhisattva's Anger play, he became a "never-fall, never-fall" kind of spear that couldn't be brought down no matter how hard they tried.

Li Nánfāng knew, this must be the work of Hei Lóng.

Because every time he torments Bodhisattva Man, Black Dragon can instantly revitalize him and completely control him.

After it was over, he tried more than once to communicate with the demon using his thoughts, wanting to know what had happened, but there was no response at all.

Strangely, besides fear, there was something that comforted Li Nanshan.

That's because he felt that after so long, twenty battles or more, his spirit and physical condition were both in good shape.

Especially every time he made the Bodhisattva's madness flow uncontrollably, he would amplify a clear illusion, feeling that those things were absorbed by the villains—with each absorption, his spirit would improve another level.

Like having taken an elixir of immortality.

Li Nanshan may not know that under the all-round domination of Heilong, his scoundrel is indeed absorbing the essence of Bodhisattva Man to further dilute the "growth hormone" secretly calculated by Yang Xiao.

He could only watch as Bodhisattva Man, at a speed almost visible to the naked eye, rapidly withered away.

Not only were her eyes vacant, but her shoulders, which used to be as smooth as silk, had also become dull and rough.

In just a few dozen hours, she seemed to have aged over ten years.

Especially the exotic fragrance she emitted had weakened too much, and without straining to smell it, one couldn't detect it at all.

Even though every time Li Nanfang saw her rolling her eyes, he almost suffered a fatal shock, he could only huffily let her off for the time being. Afterwards, she would appear like she had just been fished out of water, with sweat dripping from her hair and little to no fragrance left.

Li Nánfāng knew very well that if he continued to torment her like this, she would soon wither and die.

He also wanted to let her go.

No black dragons are allowed.

That devil, always when the thought of him arises in Li Nanfang's mind, he controls himself with incredible speed and then rushes to Bodhisattva Ma, beginning a new round of flogging.

Okay.

Besides satisfying this demonic being, what other options does Li Nanshan have

Now he's incredibly embarrassed and doesn't dare to look at Bodhisattva Man easily.

Even if he couldn't help but look at her, he would do so with eyes full of guilt.

Only treat her well when she is resting as much as possible.

For example, I finally remembered that I could eat grilled fish.

Though he had no salt, Li Nanfang's meager knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine allowed him to easily find plants that could substitute for salt, using them to roast fish and eat.

Come, have dinner.

My luck is pretty good today, I even caught a saltwater fish in the Canglong River.

You know, sea fish rarely come to inland rivers.

The flesh of saltwater fish is not only more delicious than freshwater fish, but the key is that the fish meat contains a certain amount of salt. Simply grilling it with straw can turn it into fragrant grilled fish fillets.

Upon hearing his command, Bosasa Man, who had been lying on the grass with her eyes glazed over, staring at the stars, immediately got up and stumbled towards him.

Then, she knelt down beside Li Nanfang, her knees bent, and stared blankly at the bright red bonfire.

"Here you go."

Li Nanfang really couldn't bear to look at her face, so he picked up the half-cooked fish and offered it to her.

Bodhisattva took it and immediately lowered her head to eat.

In normal times, she wouldn't be able to finish this much grilled fish.

Since Li Nanshan has now let her eat it, she can finish this half of the sea fish.

Even the fish bones were swallowed, chewed up and eaten.

When she finished eating, he stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers. Then Li Nanfang passed her another shell.

This mussel shell is about the size of a human head and can be used to boil water.

Inside, there's a flavorful fish broth with herbs like goji berries.

Let her drink more tonics. That's the only compensation Li Nanfang can give her right now.

After she had eaten and drunk her fill, Li Nanfang said, "Go to sleep."

Immediately, Bodhisattva Maan lay down on the ground, closed her eyes, and soon let out even, soft snores.

Anyone, after suffering inhuman torture at the hands of men for most of their day over ten hours, would be exhausted.

"Oh."

Li Nanfang sighed helplessly, reached out and picked up the black veil, covering it over her. He then stood up and quickly walked towards Duan Xiangning's grave.

When dressing up Bodhisattva Man, he once again had a strong urge to rush over.

Thankfully, it was stopped in time.

He was truly afraid that the Buddhist Bodhisattva would die under his trampling.

Although this mysterious woman, who still hasn't revealed her identity or motive for killing him, met her end at the hands of his villainous nature— perhaps it was justice served.

But who would have thought that Mr. Li is such a kind and generous person

Only when lying before the mountain crevice where Xiangning was buried, and thinking of the tragic scene of her beautiful suicide, would Li Nanfang's feelings of guilt towards Bodhisattva Man disappear.

"I'm sorry, don't blame me for not being able to control myself during your grave-keeping period. I think you should understand me. Well, it's getting late, and I should go to sleep. Good night."

Li Nanfang looked at a wildflower on the grave, smiled dejectedly, and closed his eyes.

He hoped that sleeping in the place closest to Duan Xiangning would allow him to dream of her.

In her dream, she was smiling brightly, a particularly foolish look on her face—Li Nanfang found this feeling especially tiring.

He fell asleep.

When the east began to blush with the first light of dawn, he didn't dream of Duan Xiangning.

Li Nanzhang's brows furrowed, and he opened his eyes.

Then, a round moon appeared, swaying gently by the river.

Like the lustful aunt, please collect everyone: () The lustful aunt updates the fastest.is here My short-sighted nephew has been making trouble again. I'll call him to let her through right away. Oh no, I'll go pick her up myself." After saying that, Yang Yifan hurried off, so quickly he...