th the puddle in front of him, Wang Qiuyang suddenly felt a wave of sadness. He remembered what the old doctor had said, he had regressed to the intelligence level of a one or two-year-old child. A on...Duan listened, entranced.

She had also seen it in novels before, knowing that Huaxia's Xuanmen and Western divination were all the oldest traditions passed down.

However, compared to Western countries, due to certain historical reasons, the lineage of Chinese Xuanmen has become an ancient legend.

Legend has it, how much credibility does that hold

And after she left school, she went straight to the army. She never experienced life outside of it, so she never had the chance to pick up on these things.

The lowest stratum of society is where the Xuanmen's survival space lies.

So, whenever Xuanmen Zhiyan was mentioned in the past, Duan Xing's first reaction was superstition, which he scoffed at.

Now, when she heard Chen Yuer talk about this story, she found it far more captivating than gossip about those celebrities.

"Do you believe what I've said"

"I don't believe it."

Dan shook his head, sounding a little unconvinced. "There's no scientific basis for that at all; it just doesn't make sense."

You don't know, there are many things that science cannot explain. Anything that has been passed down for thousands of years without disappearing must have a reason for its existence.

Chen Yuer nonchalantly spoke, bending down to pick up her skirt from the ground.

Though Chen Yuer's height was clearly less than 1.6 meters, and she had a petite frame, her diligence in dressing was like a slow-motion dance, with graceful poses that captivated Duan Lingxing's attention.

My mind was even more flooded with a strange scene.

I suddenly felt like I had become a graceful and handsome young man, standing here watching my beautiful wife change her clothes. When I saw her bend over, her sexy hips forming a perfect round shape, I just wanted to rush over to her—

"How does it look"

After putting on her shoes, Chen Yuer returned a sweet smile and asked.

"What"

Duàn hésitated for a moment, the illusion before his eyes slowly fading. He quickly raised his head and looked at Bié Xū: "What's so interesting"

"My diligence when dressing."

Chen Yuer looked back, a charming smile played on her lips.

"It's okay."

Duan wanted to say that he thought you were quite diligent about dressing up, and that you looked good in your clothes, but he didn't want to tell a lie. He could only answer vaguely.

"It's not that it's good, it's because you're already captivated."

Chen Yuer stood up, yawned widely, opened her arms, and stretched languidly. She drawled, "And you even had hallucinations, thinking you were an ancient jade-faced scholar. Me I'm your newlywed bride. On this bright morning, we just woke up. You were watching me get dressed, admiring my sexiness as I put on my clothes, wanting to come over and hold me, showering me with love..."

"Nonsense!"

Duan Xing's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected Chen Yu'er to see through her true feelings just now. This gave her a feeling of being naked and exposed, as if someone was staring at her with their eyes wide open. In panic, she let out a sharp chirp and cut her off mid-sentence.

Seeing her panic, Chen Yu'er knew exactly what she was thinking. She smiled smugly, reaching out to lift her chin with her finger and gently opened her red lips, exhaling softly: "Do you think I'm talking nonsense You should know it clearly in your heart."

"Get out of my way, don't touch me."

Duan trembled slightly, raising his hand to open her grip. He hastily retreated but was blocked by the bed, causing him to bend his knees and sit down on top of it.

She instinctively reached back to prop herself up on the bed, just as Chen Yuer was quick to take a step forward, leaning down and touching her forehead with his. Their eyes met, and the once clean face was now adorned with a mischievous smile.

He stuck out his bright red tongue, lightly swiped it across his upper lip, and exhaled a puff of air onto Duan Lingxing's face.

"Flash, get out of the way, you—demoness."

Duan's heart pounded faster. He reached out to push her away.

With his right hand, he suddenly pushed against Chen Yuer's full, plump chest.

She has this thing too, and she holds it every night before she goes to sleep. It's like a normal guy who sees a lot of birds at the public bathhouse wouldn't think anything of it.

Now, as her hand pushed against Chen Yuer's body, a sudden jolt of fear ran through her heart. All her strength seemed to vanish, and she slumped helplessly.

Especially when she looked into Chen Yuer's eyes, she actually saw the jade-faced young master from her hallucination just now.

It's her.

Duanzing stared blankly with wide eyes, slowly lying flat on the bed. His trembling right hand, however, slowly encircled Chen Yuer's slender waist.

She knew that this feeling, both terrifying and inescapable, had to be some kind of magic Chen Yuer cast on her.

But she couldn't break free from the magic Chen Yuer exerted on her. As her mind grew increasingly blank, the terrifying hallucination from before reappeared.

She transformed once more into the jade-faced young master in ancient garb, deeply immersed as if following Chen Yuer's soft murmur. It was a sunlit morning, witnessing his blushing new bride dressing with shyness. He couldn't help but stop her, wanting to share another blossoming of plum flowers with her.

If there were a third person standing beside them, they would see Duan Lingxing's eyes growing increasingly vacant, as if her soul had been lost.

And propped up on the bed with both hands, he stared down at her Chen Yuer, but his eyes were fixed on hers, a more sinister smile playing on his face as he muttered something.

Gradually, Duan's hands became busy.

As Chen Yu'er said, she began to unbutton her blouse.

As she unbuttoned the first button, Chen Yu'er, her hands propping herself up on the bed, slowly straightened her body.

As she slowly straightened her body with diligent effort, Duan Lingxing who was lying flat on the bed also started to make some effort.

Sited up slowly in bed.

Dan's sporadic rise and sit, and Chen Yu'er's standing upright posture, were perfectly coordinated, like an invisible thread connecting the two.

By the time Chen Yuer slowly retreated three steps, Duan Lingxing had already sat down on the bed.

Their eyes still locked, as if an invisible thread connected them.

"My lord, outside the window the sun shines brightly, flowers vie with each other in splendor, and busy little bees are buzzing about collecting nectar. Underneath the blossoms, a pair of emerald-green grasshoppers is frolicking—my lord, I too would like to be like that, please unrobe quickly! Remember, dear husband, to work lightly. Last night, I was so sore...so very sore."

Chen Yuer whispered, her eyes growing brighter and more sinister.

Duan Zixing pursed his lips, but didn't make a sound.

However, from the shape of her mouth, she should be saying, "Okay."

Under Chen Yuer's seduction, Duan Lingxing unbuttoned his shirt and slowly took off his blue shirt, placing it on the bed.

When she raised her hand again, her diligence had noticeably improved.

With a quick flick of her little finger, with a soft "pop," the black lace bra flew off and landed on the ground.

The pair of small pigeons, not large in size but very pink and firm, trembled as they were exposed to the air.

"Master, Master—"

Chen Yuer's soft voice suddenly took on a heartbreaking cry: "Hurry up, hurry up, this servant, this servant can't take it anymore."

As she urged him softly and Duan Lingxing's diligent work in the laundry picked up pace, things progressed much faster.

With two soft taps, a pair of small black flats fell to the ground.

Then came the olive green army pants, and finally a pink pair of underwear with a cartoon pattern embroidered in the middle, which slowly drifted down.

She slowly stood up, her left hand on her chest, her right hand, with slender fingers, tracing along her smooth, delicate, flat abdomen all the way down.

"My lord, come, come, quickly!"

Chen Yuer's bewitching voice became more urgent and higher pitched.

Duan's fingers finally reached the spot Chen Yuer longed for. She lifted her right foot and stepped onto the bed—bang!

The sound of the bedroom door being kicked in with a single foot was like a bolt from the blue, jolting Duan Lingxing awake from his pink fantasy.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, snapping her back to reality.

Then, she heard a sharp crack.

Then, Chen Yuer's cry of pain rang out: "Ah!"

Duan blinked his eyes, and then saw Li Nanfang standing before him, his face full of anger.

While Chen Yuer covered her face with her hands, collapsing to the ground, she looked into Li Nanfang's eyes, filled with terror.

Suddenly returning to reality, Duan Xing realized that before she was lost in the pink illusion, Li Nanfang had ignored her pleas to stop and left abruptly.

She had no idea that Li Nanfang had already left over an hour ago.

For more than an hour, Duan lingered in a story, wandering through the pink fantasy woven by Chen Yuer.

"How did you come back again What are you trying to—"

Upon seeing Li Nanfang, Duan Lingxing instinctively wanted to question him about how he had beaten her up. However, she suddenly realized that she was completely naked and standing before him in the most exposed way possible.

An unprecedented feeling of shame and panic surged through her, making her open her mouth to let out a piercing scream. But then, everything went black before her eyes, and her body slumped backward in a straight fall.

After she lay heavily on the bed, her eyes closed and she lost consciousness.

He glanced at her, Li Nanfang furrowed his brow, the tip of his foot slightly lifted, his blue shirt fluttered up, just covering Duan Lingxing's most important part.

"To be honest, I felt sorry for you back then. Now, I think you deserve to die."

Li Nanfang stared at Chen Yu'er who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes cold: "Unexpectedly, the dignified Lingnan Chen Fifth Miss, would still use such a demonic technique."

"This, this is not a Yao Yan. It's just an ordinary hypnosis derivation."

Chen Yuer stammered an explanation.

"Think you really think I don't understand hypnosis"

When Li Nanfang narrowed his eyes, a sharp killing intent suddenly emanated from him. He reached out and grasped Chen Yuer's hair, turning to walk towards the door: "You deliberately framed Duan Chuyu, and the Duan family can tolerate it. After all, that matter is too sensitive, involving too many parties. But you dare to use demon cultivation to influence her, to do—hmph, luckily I arrived in time. Otherwise, she would definitely suffer mental damage, and later she would be seriously ill. Your stupid behavior has already crossed the Duan family's bottom line."

To be honest, Li Nanfang doesn't understand hypnosis at all.

However, intuition told him that Chen Yuer just used on Duan Xing, should not be hypnosis derivation.

It seems to be some kind of witch from Western mythology.

"Let me go, let me go—I'll never do it again. Please, please don't send me away, or I'm finished."

Chen Yuer really was afraid, sobbing softly, her hands clutching Li Nanfang's right leg tightly, begging incessantly.

"Let me let you go, but you have to tell me, do you know my secrets"

Li Nánfāng was not necessarily going to push her into facing the Duan family.

The anger he felt inside was far greater than what he showed.

It's just two girls playing around.

Of course, if Chen Yuer was a man, this would be a different story.

Li Nanshan put on such an act, only to force her to tell him those secrets.

Chen Yuer then hesitated for a moment before giving up on pleading. She also let go of his right leg, which she had been clutching.

"Don't say"

Li Nánfāng bowed his head and asked.

Chen Yuer raised her head, looked at him, and smiled sadly. She said softly, "Some things can't be spoken of, even in death."

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