bigabreads Chapter 167 The elder brother held her hand, swung his knife to cut the wooden stake, and breathed h
Chapter 167 The elder brother held her hand, swung his knife to cut the wooden stake, and breathed h
Although the "Lady's Diplomacy" was a great success, and Qin An's "divine hands" made the Wolf Fang Special Zone an overnight legend among the noble ladies of the prefectural city, Magistrate Fang still had a heavy weight on his mind.
As the old saying goes: Wealth can move people's hearts.
The Qin family now holds the lucrative Cloud Top Apartments in one hand and a beauty secret formula that drives women crazy in the other.
In the starving northwest, it's like a child carrying a gold ingot walking through a bustling city—too conspicuous and too dangerous.
"Uncle Qin, is it really necessary to send more people?"
The next morning, Magistrate Fang, still wrapped in his worn-out official robe that he hadn't even warmed up yet, trudged through the deep snow, muttering to himself as he followed behind Qin Lie:
"Although our set is a 'slum,' there are no secrets that stay hidden forever."
"If one day several thousand bandits and outlaws really come, Huhe's hundred or so security guards... probably won't be able to hold them off!"
Qin Lie did not turn around.
He was shirtless, with only a black wolf-skin cloak draped over his shoulders, and the muscles of his exposed back undulated like mountains as he walked.
His bronze skin was still covered with beads of sweat from his morning exercise, which, in the biting cold wind, emitted a visible plume of white steam.
Male, savage, and full of breathtaking power.
"Can't hold on?"
Qin Lie paused, turned around, and glanced indifferently at Magistrate Fang with his deep, unfathomable eyes.
With just one glance, Magistrate Fang felt as if he were being stared at by a lion patrolling its territory, and his legs instantly cramped.
"Does Lord Fang think the walls of my Qin family are made of paper?"
Qin Lie smirked, revealing an extremely arrogant and cold smile:
"Perfect timing, Jiaojiao said she wants to see fireworks today."
Since Lord Fang is here, let's go to the martial arts training ground on the back mountain together... and broaden our horizons."
……
The back mountain was originally a desolate quarry.
At this moment, however, this place has been transformed into a battlefield filled with a chilling and murderous aura.
Before you even get close, a wave of scorching heat, carrying with it the pungent smell of rust and coke, hits you in the face.
The huge blower roared like a giant beast panting, and dozens of shirtless, burly men were wielding hammers, frantically forging iron beside the red-hot furnace.
In the very center of the training ground stood three hundred warriors clad in heavy black iron armor, standing in neat rows.
They were as silent as mountains, yet they held weapons that Magistrate Fang had never seen before.
The knife was extremely long, with the hilt alone measuring three feet and the blade itself being seven feet long. It was entirely black, with only the edge gleaming with a chilling, bright light.
What is this? It's not a knife.
This is clearly an iron wall used to harvest lives!
"This...this is..." Magistrate Fang's teeth chattered as he looked at the chilling array of swords.
"Mo Dao" (陌刀).
Qin Lie walked to the weapon rack and picked up a 50-pound longsword with one hand.
The heavy steel felt as light as a feather in his hands. He casually twirled the blade, tearing the air apart with a mournful wail.
"High-carbon steel forging, three-layer steel sandwich process."
He extended his rough fingertips and lightly ran them across the blade, which could cut a hair in an instant; his eyes were colder than the blade itself.
"With one strike, both man and horse were shattered."
"Even a cavalry charge would be nothing more than a pile of mangled flesh in the face of this sword formation."
Magistrate Fang looked at the knife and felt a chill run down his spine.
This Qin family... they're not training security guards at all! They're clearly training a private army! And the kind of elite that could easily crush a regular army!
Just then, a series of light footsteps broke the tense atmosphere of the training ground.
"Big brother."
A soft, sweet voice, like a gentle spring breeze, instantly dispelled the stench of blood that filled the room.
Su Wan has arrived.
Today she wore a scarlet cloak with a circle of snow-white rabbit fur around the collar, which made her small, delicate face look even more pink and radiant.
Holding an exquisite food box, she stood gracefully by the edge of the training ground, looking somewhat fearfully at the gleaming iron lumps.
"Jiaojiao?"
Qin Lie, who had just looked fierce and menacing, as if he were about to slaughter the city, instantly lost all his murderous aura.
He casually stuck the terrifying Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) into the frozen ground, as if it were trash, and then strode towards Su Wan.
"Why are you here? It's filthy, full of iron filings and the smell of sweat."
Qin Lie walked up to Su Wan, his tall figure shielding her from the wind and the gazes of the group of shirtless men behind him.
He didn't immediately take the food box, but instead frowned, looking at Su Wan's embroidered shoes, which had a few specks of mud on them:
"The road is difficult to walk on, why don't you have someone carry you?"
"I wanted to come and see my older brother."
Su Wan looked up, her peach blossom eyes glistening with tears, carrying a hint of heartache:
"I heard from Huhe that my elder brother stayed up all night here to test this new knife."
I made some mutton soup…
Before she could finish speaking, her gaze was drawn to the giant blade stuck in the ground behind Qin Lie.
That kind of pure violent aesthetics has an instinctive deterrent effect on any living being.
"This is... the new knife my brother made?"
Su Wan curiously reached out, wanting to touch the cold hilt of the knife.
"Don't move."
Qin Lie grabbed her wrist.
His hands were large and rough, with hot palms covered in a thick layer of calluses.
Those were medals earned from years of wielding a knife, yet now they tightly wrapped around her slender, fair wrist, their vivid texture sending shivers down one's spine.
"This thing has a strong malevolent aura; be careful not to hurt your hands."
Qin Lie said in a low voice, but his eyes became somewhat dark.
He looked at Su Wan's hand, which was more than half the size of his own, and then at the Mo Dao, a weapon representing ultimate killing power.
A twisted yet intensely powerful urge to destroy and protect stirred within him.
"Jiaojiao wants to touch?"
He suddenly asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Hmm...it looks really heavy." Su Wan nodded.
"It's heavy."
Qin Lie's lips curled into a slightly wicked smile.
He suddenly released his grip, turned around, drew the longsword, and then, with remarkable ease, held it in one hand and presented it to Su Wan.
"Come on, give it a try."
Su Wan hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grasping the cold hilt of the knife with both hands.
"Sinking..."
Even though Qin Lie supported most of the weight, the heavy weight still made Su Wan's arm sink slightly, and she staggered forward a little.
"ah!"
She gasped in surprise, realizing she was about to lose her grip.
next second.
A hot, hard embrace pressed against me from behind.
Qin Lie did not take the knife.
Instead, he hugged her from behind.
His large, veiny hands covered Su Wan's small hands that were gripping the knife hilt.
Interlocking fingers.
His fingers were thick, long, and strong, with distinct knuckles, easily enveloping her hand completely in his palm.
The close contact between skin and skin, the extreme friction between roughness and delicacy, sent a shiver down Su Wan's spine.
"Big brother..."
She could clearly feel the man's furnace-like body temperature behind her, penetrating the thick cloak and soothing her back.
The smell of sweat from his bare chest, mixed with the unique scent of his masculine hormones, instantly enveloped her, domineeringly leaving no gaps.
"Don't be afraid."
Qin Lie lowered his head, his chin resting on the top of her head, his heavy breath spraying onto her earlobe, sending a tingling electric current through her:
"Big brother will take you with him."
"This knife... should be held like this."
He held her hand and tightened his grip slightly.
Su Wan was forced to follow his force, her fingers sinking deep into the knife handle wrapped with anti-slip hemp rope.
The rough texture of the hemp rope pressed against my delicate palm, causing a little pain, yet also a sense of security from being controlled.
"Look ahead."
Qin Lie whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse as if he were flirting:
"That wooden stake... was a bad guy trying to bully Jiaojiao."
Ten steps ahead, there stood a sturdy ironwood stake as thick as a bowl.
"Jiaojiao, are you ready?"
Qin Lie adjusted his posture.
To make it easier to exert force, he slightly parted his legs, and his knees naturally pushed into the back of Su Wan's knees, forcing her to also part her legs, lean back, and lean completely into his arms.
This pose...
It felt like he had completely taken her from behind.
Su Wan's face instantly turned bright red, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
"Big brother... Lord Fang is still here..."
He was looking at the knife, not at you.
Qin Lie lied maliciously.
In fact, Magistrate Fang, who was not far away, was staring wide-eyed at this scene of "Beauty and the Beast" in a restricted manner, and he almost wrung out the handkerchief in his hand.
This is hardly a knife-testing exercise!
This is clearly... committing murder in full view of everyone! Murder against single people!
"Focus."
Qin Lie was somewhat annoyed by her distraction, so he tightened his grip on her hand, the calluses on his palm maliciously rubbing against the back of her hand:
"If this strike misses... your brother will punish you."
"What will the punishment be?" Su Wan asked instinctively.
"I'll punish you..."
Qin Lie suddenly bit her earlobe, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear:
"When we get back to the room tonight, I'll lick my brother's sweat off..."
"you!"
Before Su Wan could feel ashamed and indignant, Qin Lie suddenly tightened his grip on her arm.
"rise!"
With a low shout, the incredibly heavy longsword, through the combined efforts of the two, was lifted lightly above their heads.
Qin Lie's muscles tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bow.
The hard pectoral muscles pressed firmly against Su Wan's back, transmitting the explosive power of that moment to her without reservation.
"cut!"
A flash of cold light.
A piercing, sharp screech erupted in the air.
Su Wan felt a tremendous force slashing her arm downwards, so fast that she couldn't even see the blade.
"Bang--!!!"
A loud bang.
That incredibly sturdy ironwood stake was neatly split in two without any resistance!
Wood chips flew everywhere.
The cut is as smooth as a mirror.
The immense recoil traveled along the hilt of the knife, making Su Wan's hands go numb. She was jolted back, sinking even deeper into Qin Lie's embrace.
"Well……"
She let out an unconscious moan, her legs going weak from the aftershocks.
"How is it?"
Qin Lie did not let go.
He maintained the same embracing posture, continuing the downward slashing motion with his sword.
The tip of the Mo Dao (陌刀) was pointing diagonally at the ground, still trembling slightly and emitting a buzzing sound.
His breathing also became somewhat rapid.
That slash severed the wooden stake.
What he was venting was the restless fire within him that had been stirring up his emotions because of seeing her.
"Jiaojiao".
Qin Lie buried his head in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. It was the sweet scent of her breasts, a poison that drove him mad.
"Is this knife... fast?"
He held her hand, gently sliding it along the still-trembling hilt of the knife, his fingertips playfully kneading her numb hand.
Is it hard enough?
Su Wan's mind went blank, with only the lingering vibration in her hand and the extremely aggressive body temperature of the man behind her.
"Hurry...hard..." she answered instinctively.
"That's good."
Qin Lie chuckled contentedly, his laughter carrying a roguish air that could make anyone's legs go weak.
He suddenly released one hand, put his arm around her waist, and turned her around to face him.
"Jiaojiao will remember."
He looked into her teary eyes, which were filled with fear (or perhaps shame), and reached out the hand that had just held the murder weapon to gently stroke her cheek.
The rusty smell and sweat from her fingertips forcefully entered her nostrils.
"after……"
"Big brother is this knife in your hand."
"Who dares to make you unhappy..."
His thumb pressed against her soft, red lips, applying slight pressure until the lips sank in.
"Big brother will use this knife... to cleave him in two."
"No matter who he is."
"No matter how tough he is."
"In front of my elder brother... I'd be utterly defeated."
Magistrate Fang stood in the cold wind, looking at the wooden stake that had broken in two, and then at the man and woman whispering in each other's ears amidst the ruins, oblivious to everyone else.
He only felt his neck getting colder.
"That old man Qin... he's a real killing machine."
"But……"
Magistrate Fang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his gaze falling on Qin Lie's large hand that was brazenly kneading Su Wan's lower back.
"Why does this god of death... why does he seem so unserious?"
"Is that military training?"
"That's clearly... using the guise of military training to take advantage of Madam Qin!"
……
Just then, the roar of a propeller (scratch that, it was the sound of a huge bellows) broke the idyllic scene.
"Big brother! It's done! It's done!"
Qin Feng, the fifth of the twins, with a head of messy, bird's-nest-like hair and a face covered in soot, rushed out of the laboratory on the back mountain like a wild man.
He held up a strangely shaped leather bag in his hand, and danced with excitement:
"Hot air balloon! Our hot air balloon launch test was a success!"
"A hot air balloon?"
Qin Lie finally released Su Wan's waist, which was almost crushed, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"The one that can take people flying into the sky?"
"Yes! It's over there! Old Six is already up there!"
Qin Feng rushed over, intending to grab Su Wan's hand, but was glared at by Qin Lie and forced to retreat, so he could only awkwardly wipe his hands on his clothes.
"Sister-in-law! Come quick! We've prepared a surprise for you!"
……
At the other end of the training ground.
A huge, colorful sphere, tied to the ground by several thick hemp ropes, swayed restlessly in mid-air as blue flames spewed from the furnace below, trying to break free of its restraints and soar into the sky.
The sphere was made of hundreds of specially treated sheepskins sewn together and covered with various auspicious cloud patterns. Colorful ribbons were also hung around the basket.
In this gloomy quarry, it's like a dream bubble from another world.
"This is... a hot air balloon?"
Su Wan looked up at the enormous thing, her eyes filled with shock.
Although she had seen this thing in modern times, in such an ancient era with low productivity, it was simply a miracle that this thing could be made by hand!
"Sister-in-law! Come up here!"
Inside the hanging basket, Qin Yun, the sixth brother, was leaning halfway out, waving at her.
The hanging basket was made of rattan and wasn't very big; it could only hold two or three people at most.
"Is this...safe?" Magistrate Fang looked at the giant sphere suspended in mid-air, his legs feeling a little weak. "If it falls...won't it be smashed to pieces?"
"Rest assured, Lord Fang, this kerosene burner is an improved version; it's very stable!"
Qin Feng patted his chest to assure her, then turned to look at Su Wan, his eyes filled with a pleading and puppy-like expectation:
"Sister-in-law, this is a gift for you."
"We want to take my sister-in-law to see the heavens."
"Let's go see... just how big this Wolf Fang Special Zone really is."
Looking into the twins' bright eyes, Su Wan couldn't bring herself to say no.
"it is good."
She nodded, lifted her skirt, and walked towards the hanging basket.
"I'll go with you." Qin Lie was about to follow without saying another word.
"Hey, hey, hey! Big brother!" Qin Feng quickly stopped him, "This basket has a limited weight capacity! With all your muscles... you'll be overweight if you go up!"
"And..." Qin Feng blinked, "This is a surprise that Lao Liu and I prepared for my sister-in-law, so don't get involved, big brother."
Qin Lie frowned, glanced at the hanging basket that did seem rather flimsy, and then looked at the expectant twins.
"OK."
He eventually backed down, but warned in a chilling tone:
"If your sister-in-law were to lose even a single hair..."
"I'll hang you on the ball and use you as punching bags."
……