397: C397 Parabietae Fructus

C397 Parabietae Fructus

"No."

Lee Nanfang smiled and shook his head.

His smile was so sincere, his gaze was so clear, and his attitude was so resolute — — Okay, stop acting cool.

Actually, this fellow was screaming in his heart as he cursed the Black Dragon. Fuck, let go of me! I want to be with this beauty and hear her call me big brother!

The ghost girl's two curved eyebrows suddenly jumped.

Fifty percent!

She had already used fifty percent of her Attractiveness Arts, but she still wasn't able to move Lee Nanfang.

Fifty percent of Attractiveness Arts, what kind of concept was that?

Ever since she had learned Attractiveness Arts, when she had to use it again, only by becoming the heavyweight Death Killing s of the organization were she qualified to use fifty percent of her power.

Would Lee Nanfang be stronger than those people?

Impossible!

His skill was thicker than those guys. If he could pull someone out and tie up one of Lee Nanfang's hands, he would be able to beat Lee Nanfang to death.

In front of the Attractiveness Arts, a person's mental fortitude was deep, and was directly proportional to his martial strength.

Lee Nanfang was barely a first-rate expert in the martial arts world. How could a guy like him, who only relied on his desperate strength, be able to take 50% of the Attractiveness Arts's attack?

Don't ever think that you can use the Attractiveness Arts whenever you want.

This is a double-edged sword. While dealing with the opponent, it can also deal with the cultivator's physical strength. The key is to expend one's mental energy. If one misses its target, it might suffer a backlash and lose control of it.

There was a saying that was right. The most famous lie was to deceive oneself first.

It was the same for the Attractiveness Arts. If one wanted to confuse their target, they would have to confuse themselves first and use their imagination to activate the power of the Attractiveness Arts.

"Big brother, why didn't you come with me?"

The ghost girl's forehead was pressed against Lee Nanfang's forehead.

Beads of sweat were already forming on her nose, and Xinn'er was also jumping up and down. The illusion before her grew thicker and thicker.

"No, I just can't do it, sister!"

Lee Nanfang also seemed to be in pain, as he answered word by word: "Don't ask, why?"

Holding Lee Nanfang's hand with her left hand, she slowly slid it to her belt, stretched out her tongue and licked his lips like a little snake. She said with a smile, "Brother, you're my sworn enemy, you're bullying my sister."

How many eggs are you talking about?

Who's the one bullying who? It's not like I'm letting you grab my hand and untie your belt.

Lee Nanfang opened his mouth to speak, but all he did was swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Suddenly, the naked woman slowly stepped back. With her head slightly lowered, her left knee was bent and pressed against her right knee. Her entire body was slightly trembling.

Was it trembling?

It was not the same either. It was more like a Snake that had just awoken, slowly twisting its body while yawning. It swayed left and right, creating wave after wave of enchanting waves.

Seventy percent.

The ghost woman unleashed seventy percent of her Attractiveness Arts.

If Lee Nanfang was clear-headed, he would be able to see her face. She was already as beautiful as a peach blossom and her eyes were completely covered in spring water. However, he bit his lower lip forcefully and a thin line of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

Seventy percent of the Attractiveness Arts, was already the last resort of this damned woman.

The current her, if she was even the slightest bit careless, she would sink into an uncontrollable illusion, be controlled by the Attractiveness Arts, and do things that she didn't think she would do.

Simply put, seventy percent of the Attractiveness Arts, was the critical point of danger.

Lee Nanfang was as calm as ever. His expression was calm to the point of death as he watched the ghost girl dance.

It was as if there was a black line as thick as a chopstick and as long as a person. The black line was moving swiftly around the ghost girl's perfect body. Was this thing a snake?

Lee Nanfang wanted to see it clearly, but his eyes were glazed. He couldn't catch up to the moving black line at all.

"Brother, come with me."

The woman danced nimbly. Her fluttering long hair also seemed to have been slowed down by several times, no longer dancing rapidly with the wind.

"No, sister."

Lee Nanfang smiled and said blankly.

"Why-why?"

"I'm busy."

"Busy-what?"

"A man with his ambition is everywhere. How could he give up on his ambition to make humanity and be scolded by his descendants, becoming a sinner of history just because of a little beauty?"

Lee Nanfang slowly raised his right hand and pointed at the sky full of stars. He didn't want to be moved by beauty, he just wanted to be blessed by the human race. He turned into an invisible ray of light and charged straight towards the bull fighting.

But his smile was ten times more idiotic than an idiot.

His voice sounded like it came out of a voice changer. It was clear and natural, but it did not contain the slightest bit of human emotion.

The Black Dragon that was hidden in his dantian's aura sea had once again unleashed its most accurate and crucial energy after saving his aging body and allowing him to regrow perfectly.

The Black Dragon was afraid of the ghost woman, because it was very clear that once Lee Nanfang sank in, his soul would be destroyed, and he would never be able to reincarnate again. The fear was so great that he had to stand out and prevent the host from making a fatal mistake.

Its demonic nature completely influenced Lee Nanfang.

However, it was not urging him to kill, but was resisting the ghost girl's Attractiveness Arts.

"Bro, you are so cruel."

The ghost girl bit her tongue and blood suddenly flowed out from the corner of her mouth. The intense pain made her eyes temporarily clear. She walked over seductively, knelt down in front of Lee Nanfang, and reached out her hand to relieve his belt.

All of a sudden, Lee Nanfang continued to sing crazily, "I'm standing in the strong wind and I can't help but feel heartbroken! Gazing up at the sky, the clouds moved in all directions. With the sword in hand, who is the hero in the world?! "

To be honest, Tu Honggang's song "Biddy the Overlord" was currently being sung. It was totally out of place because the devilish woman had already taken out her Phosphorous Green Dragon. She slowly opened her mouth as her throat rumbled.

Attractiveness Arts, was already eighty percent.

Eighty percent, this was already enough to cause the ghost girl to lose herself in the illusion she created.

At this moment, she had already turned into a white fox. Running under the stars of the northern lands, facing the autumn wind of Xiao Sha, she was chasing after the scholar she liked.

He caught up to a dilapidated ancient temple. The incense had already been lit up, and the imposing scholar with a white face was currently flipping through books, shaking his head and chanting in a low voice.

With his left hand holding a handkerchief and half covering his mouth, he walked in and called out in a low voice, "Young Master?"

The white-faced scholar turned his head and hurriedly stood up. He cupped his hands together and greeted with a bow, "Young Wife."

Lee Nanfang's singing became a voice-over. It came from the distant horizon: "In this world, there is a hundred beauties and a thousand erasures. "I love you alone, and I love your kind of --"

The ghost girl closed her eyes and swallowed a ball of fire.

Attractiveness Arts, already 90%.

She completely lost herself. She only saw the white fox, and the scholar whispering to each other as if it were a pair.

Just when his emotions were getting thicker, the scholar was about to rush to the capital to take the exam.

He promised her that when he got the title, he would take her as his wife and be a good husband and wife for the rest of his life.

With tears streaming down his face, the white fox sent the scholar off.

In the middle of the exam, the white fox was in a run-down temple, looking towards the capital city from day to night, looking forward to see the figure of her lover and hearing the promise of a lifetime as husband and wife.

On the way home, he passed by an ancient temple and told her that he had already been chosen as the top scholar, and that he had been chosen by the Emperor as his prince's consort.

The Hall Competition behind the name of the Golden Ranking was the night when the scholar and the princess spent their wedding night in bed.

What happened to the two of them?

What about the promise of a husband and wife for the rest of their lives?

The White Fox that had cultivated for a thousand years had arrived at the capital.

At this moment, in the golden palace, the bright red candles were dripping tears. Dressed in a bright red auspicious attire, the scholar used his Jade Ruyi Scepter to pick off the red hair covering the princess' head and saw her coquettish face.

The tears flowed more urgently from the red candles. The woman, transformed into a white fox, danced alone in the cold wind in the wilderness. While she cried in grief, the scholar was in bed with the princess — Attractiveness Arts, one hundred percent!

The ghostly woman was already sitting on Lee Nanfang's body. That black snake was hovering on her back impatiently. Its red tongue was hissing as it tried to wake up its owner from the illusion.

It had already bitten Lee Nanfang dozens of times.

However, it was completely useless.

It didn't dare to not hide behind its owner, because when it tried to enter Lee Nanfang's mouth and bite his stomach to make his intestines rot to death, it saw a ferocious black dragon that bared its fangs and brandished its claws to tear it apart!

Lee Nanfang was still crazily singing along with the ghostly woman's mournful wails, forming a moving ballad that travelled far with the wind.

It was a pity that there was only one pair of people in the area within a few kilometers.

The white fox was dead.

His tears dried up as he died from his heart injury.

A wisp of Incense Soul arrived in front of the Fengdu City, the imp who had locked it invited her in, waiting for the next life.

She did not go in but instead jumped under the Bridge of Helplessness. In the pool, she suffered the bites of countless ghosts and wraiths for the sake of not forgetting the scholar and waiting three thousand years before continuing her fates with him.

Lee Nanfang sang, "Where's the sadness? Who's the difference? How many years of love had been lost in a hurry. In my heart, you are the most important! Joyous and sad, the same as life and death! "

When the song ended, the music was still lingering in the air, but the world had quieted down, including the biting autumn wind.0

The ghost woman, who was like a white fox, lowered her head and kissed Lee Nanfang on the forehead. She put on her clothes and walked out of the ancient pavilion with the wind in her sleeves.

Lee Nanfang laid down on the green brick bench and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Far off in the east, a drop of dew rolled down from a leaf and landed on a delicate foot, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The ghost girl stood at the bottom of the cliff and looked at the ancient pavilion at the peak of the mountain.

She couldn't see Lee Nanfang, but she could feel his steady heartbeat, steady breathing, and the masculine aura that she was infatuated with.

"Brother, why can't you come with me?"

The woman, whose clothes had been drenched by the dew, murmured as she slowly turned around. She walked under a tree with lush leaves and took out her cell phone.

The signal coming from below the cliff was not very good. After the call was connected, the woman's voice on the other side of the phone was intermittent, but the message could still be heard clearly, "Sister Shen, why did you call me so early? "There was a concert just last night, and I was just resting early in the morning. I was very tired."

"Star God."

Sister Shen asked indifferently, "Who asked you to send the Death Killing on a mission without permission?"

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