The dancing girl who had been kneeling on the ground suddenly rose!
With a sweep of her sleeve, she scattered an unknown powder toward Shen Yangge. Before he could react, a cloth whipped out from behind him, blocking most of it.
Unfortunately, Shen Yangge still inhaled a small amount.
What... is... this...
His body gradually lost its strength, and he slumped back into his chair. His eyelids grew heavy, and an overwhelming drowsiness swept over him.
He was so sleepy that he wanted to close his eyes and drift off, but his formidable willpower forced him to hold on. No matter how badly he wanted to sleep, he resisted.
Through his haze, he saw someone in a short blue-green outfit fighting Chu Tianyin, while two others dressed the same way fought Jia Zhengyuan.
Shen Yangge leaned helplessly against his seat, his eyes fluttering open and closed. The black hair draped over his chest was somewhat disheveled, and his collar hung slightly open. Under the moonlight and candlelight, the pale skin of his neck looked especially soft and lustrous.
Earlier, when he had harshly disparaged Chu Tianyin through voice transmission, he had radiated a domineering, untouchable air. Now, by contrast, he seemed like easy prey, helpless in anyone's hands.
The dancing girl who had scattered the unknown powder had been slashed across the arm. She could only glare resentfully at the blue-green-clad intruders, making no attempt to hide the calculation in her eyes.
Clutching her injured arm, the dancing girl slowly approached the slumped Shen Yangge again.
At last, she reached him. Taking advantage of everyone's distraction, she scooped Shen Yangge into her arms, only to discover that he was surprisingly light.
Then, throwing caution to the wind, she fled the banquet. Her departure startled the Death Soldiers secretly protecting Shen