But Yi Lanxin's voice was still gentle and gentle: "I don't understand what Miss Leng is talking about? I kindly gave you clothes and jewelry, is it wrong?"
"Say! Where is my senior brother?" Leng Yumo was anxious, raising her hand to slap Yi Lanxin again.
However, at this moment, her body suddenly twitched violently.
The spiritual power originally condensed in the palm suddenly collapsed, and the whole person fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
"Fourth Senior Sister!" Muyan rushed over to help Leng Yumo up.
When he probed with his spiritual sense, he found that Leng Yumo was safe and sound, no matter whether it was spiritual power or sea of consciousness, there was nothing unusual about it.
But Leng Yumo was in such pain.
Muyan gritted her teeth, her eyes were cold and harsh.
She knew that this time, they were in great danger.
Ge Feiping walked forward slowly, looked down at them, with a gentle and gentle smile on his gentle and refined face, "Miss Jun, I am short of a new wife in Ge's mansion, I wonder if you would like to marry me?" Woolen cloth!"
At this moment, Ge Feiping's scorching and greedy gaze, no longer concealed, swept across Muyan's face and body inch by inch without any restraint.
It was as if, he knew that the prey he had carefully trapped had finally arrived in his hands, and he could no longer escape.
And his disguise can finally be taken off.
Hearing this, Yi Lan's expression on the side was numb, but her body trembled uncontrollably.
Muyan sneered: "Sorry, I'm not interested in marrying an animal."
Ge Feiping's eyes darkened.
But soon she showed a helpless smile, "Women who just came from outside are usually wild and unruly, and they don't know how to obey and serve men obediently. There is nothing I can do about it."
"But Miss Jun, this is the last chance I'll give you. If you didn't grasp it yourself, you can't blame me for what happened next."
After finishing speaking, Ge Feiping waved his hand: "Let's go, come with me to the Hundred Flowers Banquet."
"Fuck your mother's flowers..."
Leng Yumo's cursing stopped abruptly, because she found that her body stood up uncontrollably.
With a decent and gentle smile on his face, he followed Ge Feiping's pace.
Muyan and Yi Lanxin also had the same reaction as her.
This is the first time Muyan felt this kind of strange and invisible power.
Her heart was turbulent, but there was still an uncontrollable smile on her face.
"Qihuang? Qihuang?"
"Ball ball? Little yellow chicken?!"
Muyan called the three little ones in the space over and over again in her heart, but found that she had completely lost contact with Tianmoqin.
His lowered eyes looked at the silver bracelet in his hand.
What on earth is this...
At this moment, she heard Yi Lanxin, who was walking by her, let out a low laugh.
It seemed that there was still a murmuring sound that seemed to be absent, reaching her ears.
"Welcome to Fusang Hell!"
===
After getting on the carriage, Muyan's mood has stabilized.
Because she discovered that this kind of control over the body is not all the time.
Only at the moment when Ge Feiping gave the order, would his body fall into a shackle that he could not resist.
Muyan stretched out her hand, gently shook Leng Yumo's hand, and smiled at her.
There was no conversation between the two, but there seemed to be silent words being passed on.
——No matter what difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, mountains of swords and seas of fire, we, the seven sons of Xiaoyao, will advance together and retreat together!
Leng Yumo's eye sockets were moist and hot, and then the only bit of confusion and guilt in her eyes dissipated.