As Su Meier spoke, she reached out with slender fingers painted bright red and lightly traced Yue Xiaofei's chest.
The cold touch made Yue Xiaofei stiffen!
Innate Tyrant Body?
That term again!
First Kashyapa, the Buddhist disciple of the Great Thunderclap Monastery, and now this demoness.
They both seemed obsessed with his so-called Innate Tyrant Body!
Was there really something special about his constitution?
"Don't even think about it!"
A cold glint flashed in Yue Xiaofei's eyes. He raised a hand to shove the demoness away.
But his body was still limp, and he couldn't muster any strength.
Not only did he fail to push her away, but she caught his arm and pulled him back onto the bed.
Su Meier giggled and climbed on top of him, pinning him beneath her.
"Don't waste your strength, handsome."
"You've been dosed with our Hu House's secret Muscle-Weakening Powder."
"Even a Grandmaster couldn't move a muscle for twenty-four hours after taking it."
"So be good and give yourself to me."
"I promise I'll show you what true bliss feels like..."
As she spoke, she leaned down, her rosy lips moving toward Yue Xiaofei's neck.
Yue Xiaofei could even smell the seductive musky fragrance on her breath.
And a faint trace of blood!
Damn it!
Panic surged through Yue Xiaofei.
He frantically drove the Emperor Engine within him, trying to break down the drug faster!
But the drug clung to him like a parasite, locking down his meridians and leaving him unable to gather enough strength.
Was he really going to die here today, drained dry by this demoness?!
No!
Never!
Even if Yue Xiaofei died, he refused to die such a pathetic death!
He was about to detonate the Emperor Engine by force, whatever the cost, and take the demoness down with