Chu Jianan muttered to himself, trying to concentrate. But Qiqi stood in front of him, exuding a unique smell that belonged to a young girl. He had reached a bottleneck in the level of witchcraft he had learned. His master had just helped him open up his seven orifices to help him learn the art of soul-stealing. Now all his senses were amplified a hundred times that of an ordinary person. So he could sensitively sense the smell of Qiqi.

In addition, he has just opened his seven orifices and cannot control his mind well. When he saw the horse hoof prints just now, his mind was lost, and the smell of Qiqi was pervasive.

He was trying hard to control himself, and at this moment he saw the coarse linen clothes in Feng Qingyang's hand, which were Qiqi's clothes. He smelled the warmth left on the clothes, and thought of how Qiqi heard their shouts just now and did not come out, and was in this cave...

Boom, his mind was buzzing...

"Sixth Senior Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? There is no such thing as women's clothes here. You must be seeing things."

Qiqi reached out and snatched the clothes from Feng Qingyang's hand, turned around and walked out of the cave, thinking to herself, I am such a fool, I can't even hide the clothes properly. How can I explain to the eldest brother now? Never mind, I will deal with the clothes first.

"Big Brother, look at Xiao Qi, he is——"

Feng Qingyang turned his head to look at Chu Jianan. He was horrified to find that the eldest brother's long hair suddenly floated up, like long seaweed, soft and long, wrapped around his body. There was no wind in the cave, but the eldest brother's clothes fluttered like long hair. And those eyes, blue as the sea, with a fatal cold feeling, seemed... He suddenly found that he could not move, and then his mind went blank... deeply immersed in those cold eyes...

Flowers, in clusters and pieces, like clouds and mist, pink and white...

A beautiful elf-like face appeared in the sea of ​​flowers. The girl smiled sweetly and ran in the sea of ​​flowers. The deadly smell kept attracting him.

"Come on, come and chase me!"

The girl's voice called softly, with a sticky and charming tone...

Chu Jianan was surprised to find that he seemed to have no legs, and he floated towards the girl in the sea of ​​flowers.

"Qiqi."

He heard himself murmuring the name, and he reached out his hands and actually hugged the girl.

Smart eyes, thin gauze on the clothes, fluttering in the wind, countless flowers, falling on the girl, and that...

That way, that way, that way...

He struggled, but all this was too good. Even if it was hell, let him sink...

This is where?

Feng Qingyang was walking in a cloud of fog. There were flowers and fog everywhere. He couldn't see the direction clearly, nor could he see where he was.

"Come here, come here—"

A seductive voice called to him.

Is it a man or a woman.

He couldn't tell who was who, and couldn't see anyone, he just felt that there were voices coming at him from all directions, making his mind turbid.

He must be controlled by someone.

Feng Qingyang was shocked. As a disciple of Feng Chi, he had nothing amazing except his medical skills. If he was not good at alchemy and medicine, he would have become a complete waste in the sect.

But as a disciple of Fengchi National Master, although he was not good at it, he knew that this feeling must be caused by witchcraft. However, he knew that he was under witchcraft and he could not get out of it.

Moreover, it seemed that he didn't want to come out in his heart. He was bewitched by the voice and continued to move forward.

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