Canglan Nine Styles

"Damn, Soul Power fusion feels this good? I almost came." Zi Zhenzhu's rolled-back eyes slowly refocused, and her scattered awareness gradually returned. Feeling the sticky wetness between her legs and the seductive flush covering her fair face, she could not help glaring at Jiang Lan. That little pervert. Even the boost is so indecent, and he didn't warn me beforehand. Was he deliberately trying to watch me embarrass myself?

However...

Zi Zhenzhu looked at Jiang Lan's unchanged expression. He did not seem to have done it deliberately at all.

An absurd thought suddenly surfaced in her mind.

Could it be that he did not know Soul Power fusion had side effects at all?

That made sense. Even she found this sort of thing difficult to speak about, much less those little girls.

Once she understood that, the little resentment Zi Zhenzhu had felt instantly vanished.

Still, this little guy really was handsome.

Looking at Jiang Lan's strikingly handsome face with its hint of noble bearing, Zi Zhenzhu felt restless.

She really wanted to steal this little guy away from those two old women!

If she could get him for herself and use him to break through to Soul Sage, she would even be willing for an older woman to take on a younger man.

"Boss, are you all right?" The two Soul Kings keeping watch saw Zhang Zhi suddenly bleeding from his nose and mouth before collapsing onto the deck. Their expressions changed drastically, and they hurried over to help him up.

"I'm fine. It's just backlash from a Soul Skill." Zhang Zhi wiped at his nosebleed, smearing the blood across his face and making his already ugly features look even more ferocious and repulsive. With venom in his eyes, he rasped,

"All of you, get them! Capture that dog