Bang!
Wang Xian's body seemed to hit a cushion, and he slid limply to the ground.
Jiang Yun'er giggled as she crouched down, her slender jade fingers brushing his cheek.
She blew a warm breath at him. "Why are you running? What's so bad about becoming my Dao companion? The Yin-Yang Sect's dual-cultivation secret art is something countless people beg for and never get..."
Wang Xian felt the blood in his entire body boiling, and countless erotic visions appeared before his eyes.
The faint fragrance from Jiang Yun'er's body seeped into his nostrils, making his breathing grow more and more ragged.
The dam of his reason was crumbling.
A primal urge roared inside him.
"Aw..."
A howl like that of a wild wolf burst from Wang Xian's throat. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he suddenly tackled Jiang Yun'er onto the large bed.
The sound of her red dress tearing rang through the silent room.
Jiang Yun'er was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, a faint smile appeared on her face.
Her fingertips wandered over Wang Xian's back. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "I'll never let Dongfang Mingyue, Nalan Liuli, or the others steal you away. You're mine..."
Just as she was about to use the Yin-Yang Sect's secret art of extraction, she suddenly froze.
"W-what's... what's going on?" The girl's voice shot up, trembling with disbelief and terror.
Wang Xian was completely unaware, still swept up in the tide of desire.
But at that critical moment, a bone-chilling cold suddenly erupted from his dantian.
The cold spread through his body like a surging tide, forcibly suppressing the aphrodisiac's effects.
"Ah!"
The wild-wolf-like Wang Xian had no time to think. In his desperation, he bit down on Jiang Yun'er's neck.
"Ah..." Jiang Yun'er clung tightly to Wang Xian, then,