Qiao Yu: “?”

Listen to that, does that sound right?

Never in all of history had he heard of a hero saving a beauty by using his own ass. That was way too shameful.

"I don't think that'll work," Qiao Yu shook his head.

The bearded strongman grinned ferociously and pounced on Qiao Yu like a hungry tiger.

"You don't get a say in this, hehehe, little bookworm~ Come on, baby~ This daddy here loves delicate, tender young things like you the most!"

Qiao Yu's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement!

He had wanted to beat up Deng Yanggang, that effeminate weirdo, for a long time, but he never had the chance.

Beating up this strongman today could be considered fulfilling that wish!

"Shine!" (Die!)

The bearded strongman opened his arms wide, ready to embrace Qiao Yu. With such a wide-open stance, Qiao Yu effortlessly punched the strongman in the abdomen.

The punch made the bearded strongman's forehead bulge with veins, his mouth agape without a sound.

He felt as if his stomach had been struck by a sledgehammer.

This bookworm looked weak and scholarly, how could he have such a terrifying fist?

"Just what the hell are you?" Cold sweat dripped from the bearded strongman's forehead as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qiao Yu grinned, "I'm a farmer."

The other three strongmen also noticed the abnormality on this side. One of them even pulled out a gleaming dagger.

"Since you poor scholar refuses to read your books and insists on courting death, don't blame us!" The three of them approached Qiao Yu from three directions.

Qiao Yu raised an eyebrow. They wanted to compare blades with him?

Clang!

The two-meter-long golden dragon yanyue dao slammed heavily on the ground, emitting a buzzing golden sound.

The three strongmen were instantly stunned.

Where did this kid pull such a long blade from? Was he really a scholar?

"Who did you just say was courting death?" Qiao Yu asked.

"Sorry, young hero, I admit I was a bit loud just now." The strongman with the dagger immediately sheathed his blade.

"Young hero, the woman is yours now. Enjoy yourself, we'll be going."

The strongmen wore flattering smiles on their faces as they helped up the bearded man who had been punched by Qiao Yu and ran off.

Qiao Yu walked up to the woman who was covering her chest and crying.

As he got closer, he realized that the woman before him had a face like a lotus and eyebrows like willows, and her eyes were even more captivating than peach blossoms.

Her snow-white skin, barely covered by a pink dudou (traditional Chinese undergarment), reflected a delicate glow in the moonlight.

No wonder the four strongmen had been tempted by her beauty.

"Don't be afraid, miss, the bad guys have been chased away by me." Qiao Yu gave a kind smile.

The woman gently stroked her disheveled hair, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her bosom, incredibly alluring.

"Thank you, young master, for saving my life. May I ask for your esteemed name?"

Qiao Yu: "Zhang Yide of Yan!"

Woman: "..."

"Young Master Zhang, what a fine name. I wonder if Young Master Zhang could escort me to a safe place, I'm afraid," she said, looking at Qiao Yu with her pitiful, watery peach blossom eyes.

"Sure, no problem. But how will you repay me?" Qiao Yu sized her up, curious to see what she would do.

"I have nothing to repay you with... except with my body..."

The woman slowly removed her remaining dudou and skirt, revealing a curvaceous, white jade-like body in the moonlight.

The sight made Qiao Yu's blood surge, and a burst of heat instantly coursed through him.

A series of cooking verbs flashed through his mind: stir-fry, fried rice, thick milk, olive, moist, tea bag, supermarket...

Then Qiao Yu suddenly bit his tongue, instantly regaining his clarity and feeling a surge of lingering fear!

This woman had a strong charm!

"Stay away from me, get out!" Qiao Yu shouted.

The woman pouted aggrievedly upon hearing this, and little pearls of tears fell from her face.

"Why is Young Master Zhang suddenly so cold to me..."

Faced with such a seductive scene, Qiao Yu remained unmoved.

Beauty is a knife above the head. After being pulled into this place by the ghost eye, a woman appeared. There was no way this woman wasn't suspicious!

"Could it be that Young Master Zhang doesn't like the type of distressed young lady? Then I can change into something else."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman suddenly transformed into a tall, fair-skinned young woman with rosy cheeks.

Her enchanting eyes were like a pool of autumn water, and her delicate red lips pursed in a non-smiling smile, quietly gazing at Qiao Yu.

The young woman's voluptuous charm filled her with a kind of temptation that made men's hearts race.

"How is it, do you like it?" The woman loosened her neckline, revealing a deep cleavage.

However, Qiao Yu was still unmoved. His expression was calm, as if he were looking at a pile of a hundred-odd pounds of pork.

"Hmm? This still can't get you?"

The woman frowned slightly. Logically speaking, this kind of young boy should have no resistance to a mature older sister.

He rejected the last man, and he rejected her changing into various beauties...

Could it be... She understood!

"I didn't expect you to look so gentle, but your kinks are so peculiar. Then let me satisfy you for once~" The woman gave a confident smile.

Qiao Yu: "?"

Then he saw the woman slowly changing her appearance, her figure becoming slender and tall, and her high breasts began to flatten.

Her long hair was also rapidly shortening, eventually turning into a familiar appearance to Qiao Yu.

Himself.

Watching the woman become exactly like him, Qiao Yu was stunned. Then he heard the fake Qiao Yu, who had transformed from the woman, speak.

"You don't like men, and you don't like women. The only thing you like is yourself, right?"

The fake Qiao Yu struck a very enchanting and charming pose, reached out a hand to caress Qiao Yu's chest, and even bit his lip.

"Don't worry~ I guarantee that the body I transform into is exactly the same as your own. You know your own body best, it will definitely make you very comfortable~"

"Come on~ vent on my body, doing it with yourself doesn't count as gay, so you don't have to feel any pressure."

Qiao Yu: "..."

The idea of ​​doing it with himself had completely surpassed Qiao Yu's understanding of this world.

People can't, at least shouldn't.

The fake Qiao Yu was still twisting his body non-stop. He breathed softly, and his thin lips slowly approached Qiao Yu's ear.

"Come on, come on, whatever you want, on top or on the bottom, it's all possible."