Her wrist is detained by this man, and she actually canât struggle free at all.
Han Ye has a somewhat absent-minded expression, and his fingers subconsciously give a light rub on Ying Meiâs wrist.
He only thinks that the skin on this fine slender wrist is astonishingly, satiny soft.
How can a manâs skin be this white, this soft?
Furthermore, thereâs that sensation when Ying Mei bumped against his hand just a moment ago...
âHan Ye, if you wonât unhand me, Iâll be impolite!â Ying Mei flies into a rage from humiliation, angrily shouting. She sends a strike towards Han Ye.
Han Ye abruptly comes back to himself, but itâs already too late to dodge.
His left eye immediately receives a solid punch.
âOwâ!â He produces a miserable scream, falling a few steps backwards.
He covers his eyeball with a hand, plaintively saying: âLittle Shadow, you look prettier than a girl, but how can your temperament be so savage!â
Ying Mei hides the hand that Han Ye held, putting it behind her as it somewhat burns.
Coldly: âIf you compare me to a girl again in the future, Iâll make you turn into a real girl.â
Saying that, her line of sight briefly sweeps past the lower half of Han Yeâs body.
Han Ye immediately feels his balls tense, his face going white from fear.
âIt, itâs just a joke. Little Shadow, you donât have to be so serious.â
âBut you look really good wearing that... did Miss Jun change you into it?â
âMiss Jun is really talented, what did she put in your chest? How can it feel so real?â
As he says that, Han Ye is very curious so he reaches out to grope Ying Meiâs chest.
Snapâ!!
Ying Mei ruthlessly slaps Han Yeâs perverted hand away.
An unsheathed sword appears on her hand, and with an unrestrained aura of death, âYou donât want this hand anymore?â
Done saying that, she doesnât bother with him any longer, as her form brushes over and she leaves in a hurry.
She canât go on with this get-up for another moment.
Especially in front of Han Ye.
Ying Meiâs figure quickly disappears, leaving Han Ye by himself as he stays on his spot, wearing a foolish expression.
His hands clench and loosen, itâs as if his fingertips and arm could still feel the lingering tactile sensation from just now.
Satiny, soft.
Bad!
Han Ye covers his chest, a panicked expression on his face.
He, what happened to him?
He knows perfectly well that itâs Little Shadow, fully aware that Little Shadow is a man.
But why is it that when he thinks of Little Shadowâs face, he feels as if thereâs a fire burning in his body?
Thereâs some kind of a strange tide of emotion that surges up violently from within him.
He canât hold it back.
===
Lanling Residence, in the alchemy room.
Shi Lanling is sitting in front of the Dan furnace by herself.
Thereâs a dim purple glow around the furnace, and one could faintly see a rising fire inside it.
If anyone were to see this Dan furnace, they would surely cry out in surprise.
Thatâs because this purple-gold furnace is one of the most precious of itâs kind in the Yanwu Continent.
The only one that could match is value is probably the black-gold Panlong furnace that belongs to the Heavenly Road Sectâs alchemy master, Jian Feng.
Shi Lanlingâs Internal Force is rapidly surging, driving the flames inside the Purple Gold furnace to jump.
The fire burns even brighter.
The entire room fills up with the cool fragrance that belongs to the Dark Clouds Spirit Flower.
Thereâs also three silver-white Pills within the Dan Furnace that are in the slow process of forming.
Shi Lanlingâs forehead is covered in fine sweat, her complexion is deathly pale.
But watching these three Pills slowly solidify and turn into Nine-Holed Golden Dans, thereâs pride and excitement from the bottom of her heart.
According to the ancient records, the Dark Clouds Spirit Flower is rare, and itâs difficult to refine it into a Nine-Holed Golden Dan.
But what is it to Shi Lanlingâs eyes, isnât she still capable of refining three at once?
However, just as Shi Lanling is feeling proud of herself-
The Purple Gold furnace suddenly begins to shudder violently.