Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

The soft touch against his chest caused Zhang Renfeng's pupils to dilate slightly. For a moment, he couldn't tell what their "identities" were when they were giving each other this hug.

Is it a junior sister dating a senior brother?

Comrades-in-arms?

Or perhaps... it was just a woman embracing a man?

A pleasant fragrance wafted from her long, golden hair, but in the quiet, Zhang Renfeng didn't bother to discern it.

He didn't push away or make a sound; he simply waited quietly for this moment, for the enchanting atmosphere in the air to ferment until it was about to explode.

"Senior brother, do you want to learn it faster?"

Because they were so close, the soft breaths lingered in his ear, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

"There is still a way, it's just..."

Wolf reached out and ripped off his belt. With a forceful pull, his trousers slipped down his waist, revealing his fair, firm, and taut thighs.

"Wolf?!"

“…Memorizing with your body is definitely much faster than passing it down verbally.” Wolf took a deep breath, grasped Zhang Renfeng’s hand, lifted his shirt, and gently pressed it against his waist.

With a large, powerful hand, he instinctively clenched his fist. The wolf's slender waist had little excess fat; it was as soft and smooth as brocade.

“Senior brother, from now on, I will circulate the Rama Internal Energy… Let’s meet naked and embrace each other. You must adjust your breathing and heartbeat to the same frequency as mine. Through the intimacy of our skin, feel every detail of the internal energy circulation.”

Wolf's face was as red as a ripe apple, almost dripping with moisture, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted, "I don't want to see my senior brother in so much pain... This is the best way I can think of."

Zhang Renfeng looked at her intently.

"Brother, I..."

……

Zhang Renfeng didn't say anything more. He took the first step, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her lips.

Chapter 844: Don't make such promises lightly! (Five chapters today!)

When he pushed open the wooden door again, the same night wind blew against his face at the same angle, but Zhang Renfeng no longer felt cold.

He felt incredibly relaxed and refreshed, as if gently caressed, reminding him of his intimate moments with the girl. He stretched, a rare occurrence for him, and moved his back, making a creaking sound.

Looking again, Qasim was sitting in the shade of a tree trunk not far away, leaning against the tree. He was as still as a stone, and since he wasn't breathing or having a heartbeat, one could easily overlook his presence if not paying close attention.

"Excuse me, um..." Realizing he had been occupying someone else's house, Zhang Renfeng felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "We just..."

“It’s alright, don’t worry,” Qasim said calmly. “There are no other living people within a hundred miles except for the two of you.”

……

At first, Zhang Renfeng held back, but as he continued, he discovered that his junior sister, despite her seemingly petite frame, possessed an incredibly strong explosive power. Her style was also carnivorous; she hugged his shoulders and almost rode on top of him.

After trying it, Zhang Renfeng had to admit that there really is such a thing as "compatibility" between bodies. It's like two matched gears meshing together and running exceptionally smoothly.

With the little wolf, he experienced something entirely new, something he had never tasted before, and he was truly hooked. Now he understood why so many kings would "stop attending court from the morning court"—this thing was indeed addictive, allowing one to briefly escape from this stressful world and focus solely on each other.

At first, they tried to keep their voices down, but as they continued, they naturally couldn't keep them down anymore, and the bedside and walls trembled slightly.

Both were incredibly physically gifted, making their encounter less about sex and more like a test of endurance. The outcome of this contest was finally decided an hour and a half later.

Zhang Renfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, let out a long breath, and couldn't help but savor the wonderful experience he had just had, becoming quite enamored with it.

Her unique fragrance lingered around her, dispelling the previous pressure and shadows. Zhang Renfeng felt the night breeze and gazed towards the horizon—the sun had completely set, leaving no trace of its afterglow; only a blurry line remained between heaven and earth, stretching endlessly into the distance.

“You should feel fortunate,” Qasim said. “This kind of happiness is a privilege of being alive.”

“Living…” Zhang Renfeng murmured.

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Since arriving in this foreign land, for various reasons, he has never tasted this flavor again.

Before founding the Red China Gang, he lived a relatively low-key life. In the eyes of the locals, he was just a dirty, yellow-skinned foreigner working in a stable, at the very bottom of society. Naturally, no woman would be interested in him.

As his business grew, some women did indeed express their affection for him, but subconsciously, Zhang Renfeng was averse to such things.

A sheer cliff stands tall, for it is unyielding when it is free from desire.

Back in his hometown, he had already suffered greatly because of his broken family. Of course, he retaliated in kind against the Governor-General of Liangjiang, reducing him to ashes and slaughtering his entire family. But this did not mean that the pain Zhang Renfeng had endured was simply wiped away.

They will always exist, like a persistent, intractable disease, clinging to oneself.

From then on, Zhang Renfeng realized a truth: if you want to accomplish something great in life, it's best to travel light.

He also wanted to drift through life aimlessly, but it was simply impossible: when the road is uneven, there are idle people to smooth it over; when injustice is committed, there are wise men to intervene. How could someone as accomplished and idle as him, arriving in the most chaotic and turbulent era in American history, possibly become just another ordinary person?

Therefore, Zhang Renfeng deliberately avoided the topic of "family" out of necessity. In the traditional sense, a family is nothing more than a man and a woman.

But... the wolf is an exception.

A hundred-meter-high cliff, with the vast sea below, the girl didn't hesitate for a second; the instant she fell, she jumped after her. She suffered the same hardships as the girl who had fallen.

The wolf never said any sweet words to him, but she had already perfectly demonstrated the meaning of "unwavering until death" through her actions.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood. Faced with such fervent affection, even the most hard-hearted person would be moved.

……

Gazing up at the stars, Zhang Renfeng pondered silently. The night wind carried the scent of grass roots and soil, and this feeling of happiness made him finally realize that he was not alone.

He is still alive.

As long as you're alive, you can fight.

As long as you are alive, there is hope!

Looking at the boundless night that seemed to engulf him, Zhang Renfeng had a sudden inspiration. A thought suddenly popped into his mind, so he asked, "Do you have any horses here?"

"where to?"

"To be honest, I don't know." Zhang Renfeng himself was amused by his own unreasonable request, but he still followed his heart and continued, "Maybe... I just want to go out for a walk, get some fresh air, and change my mood."

"What about her?"

……

"...Senior brother?!"

The wolf, who had been lying there lazily, instinctively closed his legs when he saw him push the door open and come in. He grabbed the blanket and covered himself with it, blushing and feeling incredibly shy.

In the past hour and a half, the two of them had looked each other up and down thoroughly. Logically speaking, there was nothing to be ashamed of.

But once that fiery passion subsided, they returned to their original social identities. Wolf subconsciously addressed him as "senior brother," yet felt incredibly ashamed—he had just slept with his senior brother, the one who had rescued him from human traffickers.

After a fierce battle, the bed was a complete mess, covered in sweat and water stains, and the wolf had no interest in cleaning it up.

Facing Zhang Renfeng's gaze, she was in a state of turmoil, swallowing frantically. She turned her head to the side and asked in a very soft voice, "Wh...how was it? Did you learn anything?"

"What have you learned?" Zhang Renfeng had no idea.

"The Rama Technique! Wasn't it only started to practice that I started it?" The wolf still wanted to find an excuse for himself.

"When we were doing it just now... were you using the Rama Kung Fu the whole time?" Zhang Renfeng squinted his eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Nonsense." The wolf rolled its eyes at him. "If I didn't use the Rama Technique, which girl could stand being bullied like this by you? You would have broken her to pieces long ago."

"Haha, sorry, sorry..." Zhang Renfeng laughed and scratched his head, saying honestly, "Because it was so comfortable, I completely forgot about this."

"To be more precise, it seems that I've almost forgotten even the mental techniques and formulas I remembered before."

"Huh?" Wolf had never seen such an unreliable senior brother before, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. I can't sleep right now, I want to go for a walk..." Zhang Renfeng pointed to the door and invited with a smile, "Want to come with me?"

……

"I'd like to, but I just can't walk anymore. My back feels like it's melting." Wolf, supporting his waist, frowned and complained softly, "It's all my senior brother's fault."

"Senior brother, you go ahead, I..."

She clutched the corner of the blanket and said softly, "I'll be right here, waiting for you to come back."

Chapter 845: Wine and Cake

Qasim, from who knows where, led out an old gray horse that looked thin and bony.

At first, Zhang Renfeng was worried that his size might crush the horse's back, but the old horse was surprisingly resilient.

After mounting it, it remained listless, its head drooping, just like before. There was no need for any adjustment period; Zhang Renfeng gently pulled the rope, and it seemed to understand perfectly, knowing which direction to take.

Zhang Renfeng was overjoyed, inexplicably happy, and gently tugged the reins, heading into the darkness.

----

There are no gas lamps.

There were no torches.

There were no lighting tools.

Zhang Renfeng didn't need to make any noise to embolden himself. He wasn't in a hurry to go anywhere; he simply walked quietly along the country road. The old horse moved its hooves rhythmically, swaying back and forth like a small boat adrift on the sea.

The moonlight shone down, cool and ethereal. Looking up, the Milky Way surrounded the crescent moon, a sight so beautiful it seemed unreal.

Like a painting.

He stretched out his index fingers and thumbs, joining them together to form a picture frame, as if to capture this moment forever between his fingers. Even so, Old Ma did not stop, continuing to walk forward.

"……are you still there?"

After a long silence, he lowered his hands and suddenly said something out of the blue.

On the desolate, silent grassland, no one answered his question, nor did he expect one. The question seemed more like a question he was casting at those unseen gods and demons who watched over him from the shadows.

Along his journey, he had witnessed quite a few incredible things. Theonado, Angel Eyes, the King of the Tall Trees… he had met several people with prophetic abilities alone. He couldn't completely deny the existence of these extraordinary beings.

At first, he felt a little uncomfortable. Someone like the King of the Tall Trees, Shan, could observe his movements from thousands of miles away. Wouldn't that mean he had no privacy at all? But now, he felt relieved, even somewhat gratified—at least in this situation, he was not alone.

Riding his old horse in the night wind, he felt increasingly insignificant.

Perhaps, from the perspective of the heavens, I, riding a horse, am just an insignificant pebble.

He is now extremely lonely, yet extremely calm.

Zhu Kuilong had once given him a choice: after returning to China, he could find another master and embark on a solitary path. He would have to abandon Zhang Renfeng's surname, face, martial arts, family, and friends… abandon everything from the past, becoming a complete "other person." Now, he seemed to understand the meaning of "solitary" to some extent—to walk alone forever in an uncertain fog, just like now.

He didn't know where he was going; he just wandered aimlessly in the darkness.

A gust of wind, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, propelled him from behind, and the horseshoes left footprints in the soft grass.

Finally, after walking for an unknown amount of time, light and sound, carried by the night breeze, drifted slowly from not far away.

"Singing?" Zhang Renfeng frowned. "At this hour, are there still people singing?"

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The warm, cozy lights cast a dazzling glow in the night, so beautiful it seemed unreal.

Zhang Renfeng rode his old horse and slowly approached.

A celebration was taking place in the town, and it was packed with people, bustling with activity as if it were daytime.

The town wasn't very large; on the contrary, by northern standards, it was even somewhat rudimentary. Oaktown, needless to say, couldn't compare to Parktown. The vast majority of buildings were low wooden houses, tightly packed together; there were no tall buildings like banks or post offices to be seen.

However, the number of people attending the celebration was unexpectedly large.

Honeysuckle vines draped over the houses, and colorful flags hung from clotheslines between the wooden cabins, creating a festive atmosphere under the lights. The sounds of drums and music drifted from the side, seemingly off-key, but their loudness was undeniable, echoing between the brick walls and roof tiles, blending with the whistles of children.

The place was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and was filled with people.

The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, making even the widest streets seem small.

The sounds of laughter and merriment converged like streams, forming a powerful sonic wave that resonated in Zhang Renfeng's chest. People raised their glasses in celebration at the wooden table, the rye wine almost overflowing as they clinked them together, and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the stone steps.

Others gathered around tables to play games. There were three tables, each surrounded by a group of people. The games were dice, dominoes, and cards. The cheers and shouts rose and fell, each wave louder than the last, culminating in bursts of laughter whenever a winner was decided.

……

The warm-toned light reflected in those dark eyes, and Zhang Renfeng was slightly surprised, pinching her own cheek.

"it hurts!"

The pain, ironically, put him at ease.