Broken Bonds

Chapter 17

*WARNING!!! VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT!*

Yan Feili was choked by Beitang Ao just now, and was slapped fiercely. His head felt dizzy and his ears buzzed.

He hit Beitang Ao to make him sober, and only used just three fingers in his hand.

Even though Beitang Ao's palm was not full of real Qi, however, it was full of strength in his anger, which should not be underestimated.

Yan Feili was dragged by Beitang Ao and twisted his arm back to perform a grappling hand. Who knew that he would stumble under his feet and fall with Beitang.

The two were shocked at the same time, and fell heavily entangled together.

Beitang turned over, pressing Yan Fei Li to the ground.

"You dare to hit me! You are so courageous!" Beitang said coldly, and slapped him again, twice.

This disgraceful approach has greatly lost Beitang's usual style of being a Sect Master.

Yan Feili knew that Beitang's endurance was heightened, he was already very drunk, and he didn't know what to do. After a few slaps, he struggled.

Beitang Ao became even more angry.

"How dare you have that kind of affection for me? Who am I? Did I allow you? It's really disgusting!" Beitang Ao became more and more hateful, and his subordinate, now fighting him back, was extremely heavy. With a "pierce", in the melee, the clothes of Yan Feili have been torn apart.

Hearing his words, Yan Feili was like being stabbed a few times by a sharp sword, and his heart was bleeding. Now he is just desperate, he just wants to break free from this nightmare.

"Sect Master, you are drunk! Let me go!" He cried. The two were stuck together, twisting their clothes, bodies were entangled together.

If it's a martial arts contest, the two of them didn't have to do any moves, but Beitang Ao was drunk and didn't think of taking any advantage at all by using his Qi, and he didn't even think about it. Even if the two of them thought of it, they would pay attention to the circumstances. At this time, it's too late.

What's more, this kind of close combat is not the same as a Kung Fu competition where people can't even make a small grab. This is more like wrestling, just pure physical entanglement.

"How can you be so shameless, do you like being oppressed by men so much? I don't know that you are such a slut!" Beitang Ao said with a sneer.

The more Yan Feili struggled, the more angry Beitang Ao became.

"Sect Master! You are insulting yourself by humiliating me like this!" Yan Feili's face turned pale, and he waved his hands to get up but was stopped again.

Yan Feili immediately raised his leg and kicked Beitang Ao.

"I'm humiliating you? You still know that I am the Master of the sect! You are the one who committed the crime!" Beitang Ao's eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether he was drunk or angry.

He backhand slapped Yan Feili and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

With nothing on Beitang Ao's hand to use, he suddenly remembered the Dragon Whip on his waist. He pulled it out and grabbed Yan Feili's hands and bind them.

He pressed Yan Feili's legs down again and pinned them tightly on the ground..

"Sect Master! What are you going to do?" Yan Feili was horrified.

Yan Feili knew that Beitang Ao's emotions would change drastically after he was drunk. As a result, he seldom drinks alcohol. Even if he drinks, he only drinks lightly.