Chapter 90

Actually, the ancient elf's kissing technique was not that inexperienced; she had just been so tense about being deflowered by Ferren that she had clenched her teeth. Once Ferren's movements became smooth and the pleasure intensified, she herself began to embrace Ferren's neck and initiate kisses.

After a series of intense battles, the black girl, who was in her first intimate encounter, was already in a semi-comatose state, sprawled on Ferren's shoulder, moaning softly, but it was unclear what she was groaning about.

After the intense thrusting, Ferren felt refreshed and clear-headed. Seeing the thin streaks of red floating in the bathtub water, he felt a sense of accomplishment and slowly withdrew from the ancient elf's body.

"Pop — Huh?!"

Just as he left the black girl's body, Ferren felt a surge of extreme yin energy rise from the root of his spine to the Guanyuan acupoint. Initially, he didn't pay much attention, thinking it was the transformation of human desire into non-killing energy. However, he soon realized that only a small part of this extreme yin energy was from human desire, and the rest was pure yin energy.

"Damn!"

Ferren shouted in surprise, flipped his hand, and threw a large nail to pierce the black girl's sleeping point, preventing her from waking up and disturbing him. He then jumped out of the bathtub, sat down on the ground, and began to rapidly circulate the non-killing black gold energy.

After the pure yin energy entered Ferren's body, it became even more frenzied than the bloody energy from the previous time, colliding wildly everywhere. Ferren felt as if his body could tear apart at any moment, his face contorted in pain. Fortunately, he had recently experienced such pain, so he didn't roll on the ground and scratch himself as he had before.

Under the repeated impact of the pure yin energy, Ferren seemed to hear the sound of his bones creaking and cracking, and he gradually fell into a state of unconsciousness. The intense pain repeatedly assaulting his nerves no longer felt like a burden but rather like a gentle lullaby...

"Can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep—" Ferren repeatedly warned himself in his mind. He was very clear that if he fell asleep at this moment, the outcome would be unknown.

At this critical moment, Ferren preferred to face the collapse of his body while conscious rather than become disabled in his sleep. His long-formed resolve from constant killing finally played a stabilizing role.

The non-killing black gold energy began to circulate around Ferren's body at an ultra-high speed, like a runaway roller coaster, not only unable to stop but also continuously accelerating. Each time it collided with a strand of pure yin energy, it would assimilate a part of it, and then collide again and assimilate more... Gradually, Ferren was surprised to find that the intense pain in his body began to diminish, but a more serious problem arose: the already full non-killing black gold energy (liquid) became even more abundant, but the body's capacity was limited. Even with the method of the Black Gold Art, it quickly filled his entire body.

Ferren's muscular and slightly leaner-than-standard body instantly swelled like a balloon, growing larger and larger. If the black girl were awake at this moment, she would likely scream in terror and faint.

Finally, Ferren's body reached its maximum size, but there was no expected explosion. Instead, he heard a series of dense sounds from his bones and muscles, and his internal organs began to spasm more violently. Blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and even his lungs began to convulse, making it difficult for him to breathe fresh air. Then...

"Buzz——"

His brain and body felt as if they were being repeatedly crushed by sound waves. Ferren's eyes were bloodshot and bulging, but he endured.

Suddenly, the buzzing sound reached its peak, and Ferren felt something deep inside him break and then reconnect with nearby broken parts, repeating this cycle until his vision suddenly turned black and then brightened again...

At this moment, Ferren felt a cool sensation inside his body, no longer feeling the heat from the bathroom, and he felt extremely comfortable. He could clearly sense the subtle changes in the bathroom and the surrounding area, even the minute changes that he had previously been unable to detect or had to focus to notice, such as the slight airflow entering and exiting the black girl's nostrils as she breathed.

Realizing these subtle changes, Ferren was overjoyed. Having completely unlocked the first four stages of the gene lock, he realized that the gene barrier set by the main god had been broken, and he had even directly advanced to the mid-stage of the first gene lock.

The so-called early stage of the first gene lock is when the body's energy cannot counteract the negative energy (gene toxins) brought by gene unlocking, and thus cannot maintain the unlocked state, leading to a damaged and incomplete body. In the mid-stage of the first gene lock, the body's positive energy can completely counteract the negative energy, and even slightly outweigh it, so the mid-stage is also called the fixed state. In the late stage of the first gene lock, the advantages of the first gene lock over normal people are fully realized, and positive energy continues to accumulate. Once it reaches its peak, it can initiate an attack on the next higher gene lock.

As for the pure yin energy in Ferren's body, it had completely disappeared. Whether it was assimilated by the non-killing black gold energy or consumed during the gene lock unlocking, even Ferren himself was not sure. However, one thing was certain: the black girl's virginity had greatly helped him.

With this in mind, Ferren leaped up, cleaned the blood and dirt from his body, and came to the bathtub, where he lifted the black girl's delicate body with one hand, changed the water to warm, and placed her back in the water to continue sleeping.

Next, Ferren did some stretching exercises, and a series of popping sounds came from his body. He took out his underwear and pants from the hidden ring, put them on, and then took out the assassin "Ferren's" assassination suit and shoes, putting them on. He then climbed down from the kitchen window.

Among the ten thousand dollars given to the mad dog, there was a one-thousand-dollar bill with a sticker-type tracker, which a killer had obtained after eliminating several CIA agents. During his time in the U.S., Ferren accidentally killed this unfortunate killer, threw him into a garbage incinerator, and obtained a series of war trophies, including the tracker.

Ferren firmly believed that if he could find the money, he could find the mad dog. After going downstairs, he took out his phone and quickly found the location of the one-thousand-dollar bill through satellite positioning, which was just seven blocks away from the black girl's residence.

Without driving, Ferren still reached the location of the money in a few minutes by running at high speed.

This was a fruit market. Ferren listened slightly to the night wind and heard the sound of mahjong. Following the sound, he quickly found the mahjong table and the mad dog sitting at the head of the table. Besides the three people playing mahjong with the mad dog, two henchmen stood behind him like door gods.

Pulling up the hood of his assassination suit, Ferren stealthily climbed to the top of the canopy above the mahjong table. He took out a USP pistol he had assembled from parts bought on the black market, calmly attached a silencer, and without even aiming, fired at the mad dog's head.

At that moment, the mad dog had just drawn a good tile and laughed heartily, "Ha, I win, thirteen orphans!"

"Poof!"

The bullet hit the mad dog's forehead, and he fell straight to the ground without any last words.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

Next, Ferren fired five more shots in quick succession, killing the remaining people in shock. He then leaped down from the canopy, quickly found the bundle of old Hong Kong dollars that had not yet been touched, and extracted the one-thousand-dollar bill with the tracker, putting it in the hidden ring. He then replaced it with another one-thousand-dollar bill and calmly left the scene.

A few minutes later, when Ferren ran back to the ancient elf's house, the mad dog's subordinates, who had gone out to buy late-night snacks, discovered the dead bodies lying on the ground in the mahjong pavilion.

"Murder!"

When one of the henchmen realized to call the police, Ferren had already climbed back into the ancient elf's house, tidied up, and changed the water to cold before getting into the bathtub. He gave the black girl an injection and then closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.

The ancient elf slowly woke up, shuddering, and saw that Ferren was still naked with her. Feeling embarrassed, she quickly got up, but as soon as she moved, she felt a tearing pain in her lower body.

"Ouch—"

The black girl sucked in a breath of cold air and fell back into the cold water, curling up in a corner of the bathtub, feeling sorry for herself and sobbing. Ferren pretended to be woken up by her, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and asked casually, "What time is it?"

"Sniff... There's a clock in the living room, go look yourself... sniff..."

Ferren then realized, "Why is it so cold? Come here, let me carry you out, or you'll catch a cold!" Without waiting for the ancient elf's shy objections, he picked her up and carried her out of the water, turning back to the living room.

The black girl, naked in Ferren's arms, felt extremely embarrassed but still glanced at the clock, saying in a soft voice, "It's just two minutes to one."

Ferren chuckled, threw the ancient elf on the sofa, turned on the TV, and went to the bedroom to find a towel to help the black girl dry off.

The ancient elf, feeling the heat from Ferren's hands, noticed that a certain part of his body was starting to rise again and was startled, saying timidly, "No... I'm still sore!"

These words were undoubtedly the strongest aphrodisiac.

The battle resumed!

After the passionate encounter, the two lay naked and entwined, the black girl nestled in Ferren's arms, and Ferren in the sofa.

The ancient elf felt weak and powerless, like a docile Persian cat, lying on Ferren's chest without moving. Ferren's hands, however, were still restless, caressing the black girl's plump buttocks.

"It tickles!" The ancient elf said, her voice thick and sticky, making Ferren's heart race. Feeling his hardness, the black girl gave Ferren a look, "No more, I can't take it, you're too strong!"

Every man likes to hear this, and although Ferren didn't necessarily need it, seeing the ancient elf's truly exhausted and lazy appearance, he sighed regretfully, "Alright, I'll put this on hold and settle it with you later!"

(PS: I have something to do tomorrow, so I'm taking a day off. There will be only one update tomorrow. Sorry!)

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