Snake-People Elders' Secret Art, Medusa's Soul Awakens

Qing Yanjing's red lips looked luscious and full, making one feel they would taste as rich and mellow as wine.

But Meng Chen knew that was not the case. Aunt Qing's red lips were as fresh and clear as a mountain spring, yet that spring was soft and tender, and once tasted, impossible to let go of.

That kind of... sweet beauty.

It was not until Meng Chen's hand touched his own lips that he abruptly came back to himself. Why did he know Qing Yanjing's lips and tongue so well?

"Do you... dare threaten my disciple?"

Qing Yanjing's calm yet mountain-heavy voice pulled Meng Chen back to reality.

Looking at her back, he could not help but feel a little delighted.

Meng Chen had not seen Qing Yanjing for a long time. Fortunately, she was still just as protective of her own, always appearing when he needed her most and standing up for him.

Where there was joy, there was sorrow. Qing Yanjing's pressure left the Snake-People present utterly unable to appreciate her beauty. They could only struggle to keep from being completely crushed beneath it.

As for those sprawled on the ground, there was no need to mention them. They did not even have the strength to move a finger.

Though the four elders barely managed to stand upright, their entire bodies were trembling.

Yet in the face of danger, they became even more stubborn.

The First Elder said obstinately, "Even... even if you have a Dou Zong expert behind you, do not think you can leave so easily! Unless... unless you let us see with our own eyes that Her Majesty the Queen is safe and sound, then even if we leave our lives here today... we will never let you take even half a step out