Hua Yun is a little rich woman.
So she bought Ao Qing many houses.
The special thing about this house now is that it is the place where Xiao Qing left her first time.
Ao Qing raised her hand and threw the woman in red into the house, then turned around to start locking the door.
After locking the main door, Ao Qing carried the woman in red into the side room and tossed her onto the bed.
She leaned down and kissed the woman's face.
Ao Qing got up to close the door.
The candles were lit, and the main door was securely shut.
Ao Qing began to undress.
Rustle...
The candlelight cast a strong and robust body.
Suddenly.
A cold little hand pressed on Ao Qing's shoulder.
The woman in red lazily leaned on Ao Qing's shoulder, poking her little face out from the right, staring at Ao Qing with a hint of disdain in her smile.
"So eager, I must have overestimated you."
Ao Qing's movements paused slightly, then continued to undress.
"I didn't expect you to be unable to keep up the act so soon, Yan Zhi."
"You must have followed Bai Xue out, noticed something was off with Bai Ling's movements, and started tracking her, eventually finding me here."
"By the way, your method of bumping into me is too cliché."
"A little wife bumping into a dandy son or something."
"Even the most basic novels don't write it like that anymore."
With each word Ao Qing spoke, the expression on the woman in red's face changed, until finally, all expression faded away.
She returned to the bed and stared intently at Ao Qing.
"When did you get involved with the master of the Qiankun Cave?"
Ao Qing waved his hand, and a chair placed beside the room flew over and landed behind him.
He did not answer Yan Zhi's question, for a very simple reason.
Ao Qing reached out again, gently beckoning towards Yan Zhi.
Surging magical power gathered into an invisible large hand, directly pulling the serious-faced Yan Zhi sitting on the bed over.
Ao Qing caught her in his arms.
In just a moment.
All of Yan Zhi's magical power was locked by Ao Qing, rendering her body immobile.
Ao Qing began to undress Yan Zhi, starting from the hem of her top, quickly revealing her snow-white little belly.
He lifted a corner of her belly wrap.
Ao Qing gently stroked the smooth skin beneath with his fingers, sneering.
"With your strength, what right do you have to question me?"
Subdued by Ao Qing's casual gesture.
Yan Zhi suddenly realized that the man's strength before her seemed far beyond her expectations.
How could this be?
Just that low-level little fox Bai Ling.
How could she be involved with such a terrifying man!
Ao Qing pinched Yan Zhi's face, urging:
"You're not even an immortal, who gave you the courage to track me?"
"And who gave you the courage to face me alone?"
Yan Zhi fell silent; she was unwilling to admit that her arrogance had led her to recklessly confront Ao Qing.
Just as Ao Qing had guessed earlier.
That day, Bai Xue revealed her whereabouts in front of her, piquing her curiosity.
And under her tracking, she discovered that Bai Ling was actually involved with Ao Qing, the Dragon Lord.
Yan Zhi's Heartless Demon Blade had already reached the eighth level, her strength skyrocketing, and her confidence soaring, completely disregarding a West Lake Dragon Lord.
To observe Ao Qing up close, she came up with the idea of bumping into him.
But Yan Zhi did not expect Ao Qing to be so strong.
Looking at the silent woman in his arms.
Ao Qing's face showed a disdainful smile.
He did not want to provoke Yan Zhi, who was related to Ji Gong.
But his reluctance was not because he couldn't defeat her, but because it would be troublesome if he did.
But this Yan Zhi?
She was all alone, knowing no one.
The greatest enemy of the Dapeng in the mortal realm was Dao Ji; it was impossible for him to act against Ao Qing because of Yan Zhi.
In other words, even if Ao Qing killed this woman now.
No one would seek revenge for her.
Perhaps aware of her situation.
Yan Zhi silently tilted her head, avoiding Ao Qing's mocking gaze.
She was unwilling to look at Ao Qing, but he insisted on pinching her chin, forcing her to face him.
A flicker of anger crossed Yan Zhi's eyes as she shouted:
"I lost to you; do as you please!"
Ao Qing capturing her was not to kill her.
He raised his finger, bit it, and began to draw a pattern on Yan Zhi's snow-white belly.
Soon, a soul-controlling spell identical to Bai Ling's was completed.
Ao Qing formed a hand seal, and magical power surged into Yan Zhi's body along the spell.
In the next second, the resistance in Yan Zhi's eyes suddenly vanished.
She still wore a cold and indifferent expression, but when she looked at Ao Qing, her gaze became incredibly submissive.
Ao Qing's right hand rubbed the spell on Yan Zhi's belly.
The crimson lines gradually faded away, leaving only the snow-white skin intact.
Ao Qing's large hand moved upwards.
The little red belly wrap carried a faint sweet fragrance.
It was casually tossed onto the bed by Ao Qing.
Just like its owner.
There was no trace of resistance in Yan Zhi's eyes.
On the contrary, she knelt like a cat, welcoming him...