Chapter 8 Exploding~~~Chrysanthemum!

Everyone has their own bottom line. Although Fang Senyan couldn't be called a gentleman, he could never turn a blind eye to this tragedy and leave Wuge, a girl who had fought alongside him, to face such a terrible situation. This had nothing to do with rescuing a damsel in distress; it was purely a matter of personal principle. Of course, the main reason for Fang Senyan's determination was that even if the rescue failed, he had a way back to the space, without exception.

Taking advantage of the strong orc's single-minded focus, Fang Senyan sneaked around like a thief, circling around and approaching from downwind. Although his movements made some noise, it was clearly not enough to raise any alarm.

Thirty meters...

Ten meters...

Five meters...

Three meters!!!

Even though Fang Senyan was so close, the strong orc remained oblivious. It was panting madly and excitedly. Its beard, though covered with food, drinks, and Mug liquor (a drink orcs like to drink), was also shaking violently, showing how strong its excitement was.

Its thick, turbid body odor spread around it like black mist. Its large-knuckled, brown, rough fingers were trying to tear open the elf girl's woven bra. The large expanse of white skin revealed on the immature girl's upper body and the beautiful swell of her budding breasts were enough to stir the heart of not only the strong orc, but also Fang Senyan!

The elf girl, Wuge's, pale face, terrified expression, screams, sobs, and helpless resistance, combined with her purity, innocence, and the aura of nature, were like a cup of fresh spring water enticing all male creatures and stirring their desires.

Fang Senyan took a deep breath and quietly poked his head out from the bushes. He endured the strong orc's rutting stench and eyed the strong orc's completely naked back with ill intent, silently searching for its weaknesses.

It must be admitted that Fang Senyan was a very patient man. He waited until the string of green leaves around the elf girl's neck fell off completely and her last line of defense was removed. The strong orc roared with unparalleled excitement and tore off the last barrier around the elf girl's waist. With a forceful separation of its hands, its solid and naked black giant buttocks thrust backward, and its terrifying, iron-hard giant member tensed and trembled, preparing to build up momentum for the final penetration!

In the next second, the elf girl would let out a shrill scream!

And this was also the moment when the strong orc completely eliminated vigilance and defense, intending to devote himself to enjoyment!

"Now!"

Fang Senyan, being a male himself, naturally understood the weaknesses of males better. He aimed at the strong orc's dark, hairy backdoor, gripped the sharp spear tightly with both hands, and raised it slightly, aiming at the target. Then, the muscles in his arms contracted violently, and he suddenly burst forth, thrusting the wooden spear out with force!!

Fang Senyan's thrust could be said to have exhausted all his strength, reaching the extreme of depravity. A flash of light shone in his eyes:

"You want to stab an elf girl? First, taste the feeling of being stabbed yourself!"

An incomparably shrill scream rang out. The sharp spear pierced into the strong orc's dark chrysanthemum without mercy, sinking in at least a foot or two. The strong orc's terrifying weapon immediately spurted out a thick, turbid liquid. Oh, don't misunderstand; Mr. Strong Orc doesn't have masochistic tendencies. That was filthy, viscous blood spurting out from his severely injured prostate, not excluding the possibility of mixing with other fluids.

If this level of injury happened to a human in the real world, they would immediately be sent to the gastroenterology hospital, pay a deposit of ten thousand yuan first, then sign a critical illness notice, and immediately stuff a thick red envelope to the expert for emergency surgery overnight...

Fang Senyan's attack could undoubtedly only be described as successful/vicious/cruel/shameless. Without a doubt, for a very, very long time to come, this unlucky strong orc would absolutely not be interested in any female animal. This could be seen directly from the "little bean" that rapidly shrank between its thighs. However, Fang Senyan's lack of experience in fighting strong orcs led him to make a huge mistake:

He was so busy continuing to thrust the wooden spear in with force and constantly rotating the spear shaft to deepen the results, staying in place and enjoying the fun of his nasty trick, that the dying and frantic strong orc burst out with extremely terrifying power. It snatched the wooden spear away with a backhand grab, and then turned around to look at him with eyes that were so red they were almost bleeding! Although the strong orc was full of a terrifying aura that seemed to tear everything apart, the blood spurting out from behind added a bit of ridiculousness to the scene.

Fang Senyan only felt a surge of overwhelming force in his hand, and then the wooden spear slipped out of his grasp!! (What the hell!! You actually disarmed me with your bare hands when I have 40 points of strength???) His hands were numb, and it took a while before he felt a sharp pain. Obviously, a large cut had been torn open, and blood gushed out instantly!

Facing the berserk strong orc, Fang Senyan immediately felt a huge danger. He threw out a bottle of agility-reducing curse potion with a backhand and then turned around and ran away without hesitation. At this time, he no longer cared about the danger of straying into the territory of monsters and magical beasts. He ran bent over in the dense forest! His only goal was to escape forward!!!

Without a doubt, if he was caught by that strong orc, that guy would most likely multiply the damage he had suffered a hundredfold and return it to Fang Senyan! Although Fang Senyan said that the feeling of stabbing someone's chrysanthemum was very good, this definitely did not mean that he would enjoy the same or even more brutal treatment to his own chrysanthemum. In the intense running, Fang Senyan only felt countless colorful scenes flashing before his eyes, and the clothes all over his body were cut to pieces by the vines and branches. Fang Senyan no longer cared about these minor details at this time. There was only one voice repeating in his mind:

Escape faster.

He didn't know how long he ran. Fang Senyan began to breathe heavily. The aftereffects of running at full speed for a long time had begun to emerge. His exhausted body organs were greedily seeking precious oxygen, and the blackness in front of his eyes fully illustrated the consequences of not stopping!

But the low, urgent sound of pursuit behind him was relentlessly chasing him.

Like death itself, it was closing in.

"Damn it, damn it. Am I going to be forced to return like this?"

The field of vision in front of him suddenly widened. Fang Senyan staggered, and his foot snapped a dead branch with a "crack." In front of him was a steep slope!!

The exclamation that was stuck in his throat didn't even have time to come out before his whole body lost its balance and completely lunged out into the air. You must know that the front was downhill. If he hit a rock or tree trunk when he landed, then naturally, needless to say, he would suffer no small amount of injury. Even if he ignored the crazy, dying, and relentlessly chasing strong orc behind him, just the fact that his mobility was impaired while alone in this vast Mist Mountain Range meant that only a tragic return awaited him.

Fortunately, Fang Senyan seemed to have good luck. After lunging down seven or eight meters, he was greeted by a dense patch of dark black vines. These plants didn't know how long they had been growing here, but just looking at their dense, layered appearance, they were like a cushion, cleverly bearing most of the force of his downward charge. But even so, Fang Senyan still broke through the vines, hit the tree trunk below, and rolled a few times, suffering several serious abrasions all over his body.

Fang Senyan, whose head hit the ground first when he fell, only felt a burst of blackness in front of his eyes, but he knew that if he fell unconscious at this time, he would definitely be eliminated! He gritted his teeth and tried to get up. Just as he stood up facing the steep slope, a gust of violent stench and a huge black shadow rushed towards him. Immediately afterwards, Fang Senyan felt as if a mountain had hit his chest head-on. His whole body flew backward, and he felt like his body was about to shatter. An indescribable pain radiated out from his chest as the core, spreading like a spider web to his limbs. Fang Senyan spat out a mouthful of blood in the process of flying backward, and that blood immediately dispersed into a faint red mist in the air!

It was the strong orc who inflicted such a heavy blow on Fang Senyan. Fortunately, this guy's vitals were originally severely damaged, and he had run such a long distance, the continuous bleeding from his chrysanthemum almost exhausted his life.

The strong orc had almost chased here frantically with a bellyful of anger. Therefore, when it pounced on Fang Senyan, it was also at the end of its rope. However, with the help of the impact force from the slope, the power of this punch was also very terrifying, knocking Fang Senyan alive for more than ten meters, and finally falling into a river in the back. When the cold water soaked Fang Senyan's whole body, he finally couldn't bear the heavy burden, and fell into a semi-conscious state with a black eye.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a little while had passed. Fang Senyan was blocked by something in a daze, and then pulled up from the water. Then came the nimble changing of clothes, bandaging, and wiping of the body.

After a while, Fang Senyan felt a burst of coolness coming from the surface of his body. When he opened his eyes and looked, he found a human woman wearing linen clothes chanting spells in front of him. A burst of spore-like spots of light fell from the gaps between her fingers, and then dissolved into his body, feeling very comfortable.