Su Huaijin's Many Faces

Su Huaijin smiled inscrutably. "His constitution is unusual. He has never been able to eat spirit fruits like this. Every time he comes into contact with them, red rashes break out all over his body."

"Moon Glass Wine, in particular, can stimulate the spirituality of the Emerald Dew Fruit. Yet after coming into contact with both of them in succession, you showed no reaction at all. You definitely aren't him!"

"A person's memories may be lost, and their temperament and cultivation methods may be altered, but one's constitution is exceedingly difficult to change."

Her expression turned cold, and her tone shifted abruptly.

"Who exactly are you? What are you plotting by infiltrating the villa?"

Su Huaijin's hand had already reached the restriction. Guardedly, she snapped, "If you do not give me an honest explanation, do not blame me for showing no mercy."

Lu Feng watched Su Huaijin cast aside her earlier demeanor, and he could not help regarding her more highly.

For her to carry out such a test without even him noticing showed just how meticulous her mind was, and how deep her schemes ran.

She was certainly not the harmless little white rabbit she appeared to be—soft, frail, and pitiful enough to stir anyone's compassion.

Her disguise had run far too deep.

No wonder she had dared to draw close to Luo Tianfu and his ilk—or rather, to make use of them.

Having realized this,

Lu Feng also cast aside the feelings of deception in his heart and no longer confused her with Lin Liyun.

Judging by Su Huaijin's current conduct, she might indeed have held some feelings for Lin Liyun, but more likely, just like Luo Tianfu and the others, he had merely been a chess piece for her to use.

"I'll give you one last chance!"