C8 Soul-taking

Seeing that Ye Zhao had stopped what he was doing, Xue Ronghua's eyes flashed with a light light light, and then she gently lifted her lips. Her voice was somewhat cold, carrying the charm of a young lady, Ye Zhao subconsciously looked into her eyes.

In the ancient well's secret pond, the eyes moved.

Ye Zhao watched in a daze, as though he had entered into chaos, and the only thing that remained between the heaven and earth was a pair of eyes that looked cold yet yet yet not charming.

"..." "Yes!"

Ye Zhao's expression was blank as he sat up on her body in a daze. His eyes were lifeless, empty and docile, as he stood at the side like a loyal servant, and waited blankly.

"Give me the antidote."

She thought about it for a moment, then gave orders, surprised at the same time.

In the past, Mu Langhua thought about the Soul-taking Technique that she wanted to learn. She had once received pointers from an expert in the west battle, and knew that the Chiron had such cultivation methods, but at that time, she was still young and had no improvements in her cultivation.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, she unexpectedly managed to integrate a few key words.

Xue Ronghua endured the surprise in her heart and asked.

"Also, tell me, who sent you here?"

Ye Zhao shivered, and then subconsciously replied: "It's, it's a watch …"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhao's face suddenly turned from white to red, the hand holding the antidote suddenly froze, as though there was something going on.

Seeing that, Xue Ronghua's heart dropped, she could smell a strange fragrance around her, only that it was smelt by Ye Zhao's enchanting fragrance, and did not notice it, seeing that Ye Zhao's forehead was already covered in perspiration, and his hand had uncontrollably moved towards her lapel, no matter how foolish she was, she would know that someone was secretly igniting an aphrodisiac.

But who had ordered the aphrodisiac?

Xue Ronghua squinted her eyes. Only a few hours had passed since she had woken up, and so many things had already happened to her. If it was a girl this age, a man who came to curse first and had already taken off his clothes, would have died from embarrassment.

However, since she was reviving now, she definitely wouldn't let anyone who tried to hurt her off.

His eyes were empty, his face flushed red, as if he wanted to reach out a hand but due to the effects of the Soul-taking Technique, he instinctively maintained his fear of Xue Ronghua.

Very good, the Soul-taking Technique did not lose its effectiveness.

Xue Ronghua's lips curved upwards as she sneered. After slightly relaxing her numb arms and legs, she immediately shouted at the top of her lungs, "Cousin, what are you doing? Help me! Ah, don't take off my clothes …"

When the servants guarding the door heard her, they looked at each other and laughed in their hearts. Although this Miss Xue looked a little silly, her figure and appearance was definitely different from those of the Miss from the Drunken Red Brothel.

"Young miss … young miss …"

Little Zhui was, after all, the girl who had been by Miss Xue San's side the longest. After muttering these words a few times, her eyes immediately turned red.

"Heh, this little girl is crying …"

As if he had discovered something new, the leader of the group sized Little Zhui up from head to toe and lewdly laughed a few times: "Didn't this girl notice that? She is also quite spirited, Heh, your master has been taken over by our men, why don't you follow them as well."

"You … you …"

Only then did Little Zhui realize that she was sad too early. She fearfully shrank back, only that the masters in the house had all stopped breathing, a few of the servants already chuckled and extended their hands out to her.

"Save me …"

"Stop!"