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The corridor on the third floor was empty.

Wang Xiaoke looked towards Mo Yanyu's room and walked in quietly.

What came into view was darkness and the air was filled with coldness.

The curtains blocked the sunlight, leaving only a dim lamp on the desk.

But no one was sitting there, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Wang Xiaoke looked at the bed and found that Mo Yanyu was sleeping on her side.

She has long eyelashes, a white face, and red lips that are slightly open.

"Pretty sister?"

Mo Yanyu woke up slowly and sat up in a daze.

"Xiao Ke? Why are you here?"

"I saw you didn't answer the phone, so I came to check on you."

Wang Xiaoke walked to the bedside and looked her up and down carefully.

After confirming that there was no problem, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I heard from Sister Xiaodie that something is wrong with you recently."

"What on earth does that mean? Is there something wrong with your bloodline?"

Mo Yanyu shook her head. She didn't know the reason either.

But every time I wake up, I feel weak all over.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"It's already eight o'clock, and I have a meeting later."

Mo Yanyu sighed, rubbed her brows, lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.

As soon as I stood up, a feeling of dizziness rushed straight to my brain.

Wang Xiaoke was quick to pull her into his arms.

"Hiss... I feel dizzy, what's going on?"

Mo Yanyu leaned on his chest, feeling weak and sore all over.

There was a similar situation the day before yesterday, and it usually recovers quickly.

She struggled to get up, but Wang Xiaoke grabbed her wrist.

"Don't move, let me check your body."

The two of them sat on the bed and could even hear each other's heartbeat.

Wang Xiaoke extended his spiritual sense to sense inside her body.

"Restriction... Why do you have this thing on you?"

"And judging from the strength of the restriction, it is definitely not something that a Nascent Soul cultivator can plant."

Mo Yanyu's expression changed: "Restriction...what do you mean?"

Wang Xiaoke pursed his lips: "There are many kinds of prohibitions."

"It can shield one's cultivation and physical condition, making it difficult for others to see through one's true intentions."

"There are also some restrictions that can actively protect you. Generally speaking..."

"It's like having a magic weapon hidden in your body. There's no harm in that."

Mo Yanyu nodded, lowering her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"But prohibition will not lead to abnormal behavior."

"It's weird."

Wang Xiaoke stretched out his hand and tangled his knuckles around Mo Yanyu's long hair.

Being so close to her, I could smell her unique cool fragrance.

He put aside his messy thoughts and concentrated on examining Mo Yanyu's body.

"It should be fine. Just take a rest for a while."

Mo Yanyu pulled herself out: "Why didn't you answer the phone last night?"

"This...I can explain it." Wang Xiaoke felt a little guilty.

"Then I'll make it up to you and take you out for a midnight snack tonight, okay?"

Mo Yanyu smiled faintly and murmured with her head tilted.

"You think I'm greedy just because I want to perfunctorily handle a meal?"

Wang Xiaoke rolled his eyes and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Then I'll give you another compensation."

Mo Yanyu raised her eyebrows slightly, and the whole person was brought into his arms.

The room was quiet.

Wang Xiaoke pressed his lips against hers, his slightly narrowed eyes looking very soft.

Mo Yanyu did not resist, nor did she have the strength to resist.

The scorching breath seemed to be able to melt people.

She put her arm around his neck and lay down on the quilt.

From above, Wang Xiaoke saw her wearing a silk pajamas.

Slippery to the touch.

The fair skin spread downwards and penetrated into the pajamas.

It stands like a mountain peak, and you don’t have to guess that it is very soft and elastic.

"Click." There was a crisp sound.

Mo Yanyu lowered her eyes and saw the sound of the belt popping open.

Her pupils shrank sharply and her cheeks quickly turned red.

How could he be like this!!

Wang Xiaoke was also startled and hurriedly fastened his belt.

He turned his back, suppressed the heat in his lower abdomen, and his cheeks were flushed with shame.

Spicy! [Crying]

What a socially dead feeling.

Wang Xiaoke coughed twice, then got up from the bed and said.

"I'm going to the bathroom first, pretty sister, please take a rest first."

Mo Yanyu watched him walk away, still a little stunned.

"Little guy, you're already an adult, hiss..."

She raised her hand to her forehead and the dizziness came over her again.

Lying on the soft bed, Mo Yanyu felt her eyelids heavy.

It was as if I had taken a large bottle of sleeping pills and I really wanted to fall asleep.

Wang Xiaoke washed his face and adjusted his mood before coming out.

Mo Yanyu curled up with her hair casually spread out.

He walked quickly to the bed and held her slightly cold hand.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Mo Yanyu's eyes dimmed and she stared at the other person coldly.

There was a surge of hostility and a dangerous atmosphere all around.

She pulled Wang Xiaoke onto the bed, turned over and strangled him.

"What did you want to do just now?"

Her voice was low, with an inexplicable sense of distance and vigilance.

Wang Xiaoke was still a little confused, feeling like she had become a different person.

It's very similar to the time when I got sick a long time ago...

"Beautiful sister, don't you recognize me?"

Mo Yanyu narrowed her eyes and put on a playful smile.

"Of course I recognize you, and then what? What do you want to say?"

She pinched Wang Xiaoke's chin and threatened him bluntly.

"I advise you to take care of yourself and not have any unnecessary thoughts."

Wang Xiaoke snorted, turned over and pressed her under him.

"You are not Sister Mo, who are you..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her white hand, wrapped in spiritual power, slapped him hard in the face.

"Bang!"

Wang Xiaoke had an intimate contact with the wall and was deeply embedded in it.

This wave of zero-frame start was really unexpected.

He gasped, his cheeks burning with pain. The beautiful sister must have used all her strength in this slap.

Mo Yanyu shook her hands and looked at him solemnly.

Her aura rose to the level of golden elixir, and the coldness in her eyes almost became tangible.

"If you don't get out of here, you'll die."

Wang Xiaoke rubbed his face, frowned and looked at him.

Mo Yanyu's aura at this moment definitely came from another person.

If he hadn't checked just now, he would have thought that someone else had possessed him.

"You must be a regret, what is your purpose?"

Mo Yanyu didn't say anything and attacked him directly.

"Click."

The whole house was filled with muffled noises, and the balcony windows were shattered.

The servants in the yard were filled with fear and didn't dare to stay inside any longer.

Is that noise, someone throwing a grenade in?

Xiaodie turned pale with fright and stared at the room on the third floor.

"Wan La Wan La, the young lady must be ill."

"Master, if you go in rashly, you won't be torn into pieces, right?"

"Quick, call the secret guards to come and rescue them!"

upstairs.

After knocking Mo Yanyu down, Wang Xiaoke sealed her cultivation.

"If you dare to do anything wrong, I will kill you!"

Wang Xiaoke ignored her threats and stared at her.

"Ghost Eyes of the Netherworld!"

Mental attacks are very effective against residual souls and regrets.

Sure enough, her delicate body trembled and she soon fainted in his arms.

Wang Xiaoke carried her to the bed and felt a hard lump in her pajamas pocket.

"This is... a token, Piao Miao Peak?"

He took out a jade token, with deep confusion in his eyes.

"Could it be that this matter is related to Piao Miao Peak?"

Wang Xiaoke put away the token and planned to go to the ancient world to inquire about its origins.

He touched his swollen face and felt it was painful and hot.

"Master, are you okay?" Xiaodie shouted from below.

Wang Xiaoke covered Mo Yanyu with a blanket and turned to go downstairs.

He looked very calm, as if nothing had happened.

Except for a red and swollen slap mark on his face...

"Sister Mo is still in a coma and will wake up later."

"Comatose, why? Why would the young lady be in a coma?"

"Yes, there was a little problem."

Wang Xiaoke coughed twice, said a few perfunctory words and left the yard.

Xiaodie brought people upstairs and was immediately shocked by the scene before her.

The room was in a mess, with signs of vandalism everywhere.

There were even several big holes in the concrete wall.

The most striking thing is... the human-shaped indentation left on the wall.

……