Before Song Qingshu had transmigrated, he had watched all those endless spy dramas and seriously pondered a question: if he had lived in those revolutionary times and been captured by the enemy, would he have betrayed his side?
After thinking it over and over, he had reached a conclusion: if the enemy tortured him brutally, he could not be sure whether he would break; but if they used a honey trap, he probably would not be able to resist the temptation.
"This Heavenly Demon really spared no expense, sending his own daughters out personally—and three at once." Song Qingshu clicked his tongue in amazement, yet he did not feel the slightest suspicion.
Modern scientific research showed that when people dreamed, most of the time they did not realize they were dreaming. That was because the brain's common-sense judgment module had not been activated, so no matter how bizarre the scenes in the dream were, the dreamer himself remained completely unaware that it was only a dream.
Of course, there were rare cases where dreamers knew they were dreaming, known as "lucid dreams," but that was beside the point.
The Golden Wave Poison Flower poison Song Qingshu had been afflicted with was a plant toxin. Most plant toxins acted on human nerves, causing the corresponding nervous system to become abnormally excited, so those poisoned often experienced hallucinations.
Previously, Song Qingshu had suffered a backlash from the Golden Wave Poison Flower poison. His current state lay somewhere between a dream and an illusion. Perhaps because the Golden Wave Poison Flower had left such a deep impression on him, the great demon he encountered in the illusion had become Pāpīyas.
The three demonesses chirped and cooed around Song Qingshu, striking all manner of seductive poses beside him and occasionally brushing their graceful bodies