At the sight of Lian Youming suddenly appearing, the three women halted. Their bright eyes shifted, and rather than alarm, chillingly seductive smiles appeared on their faces. They really were smiling, their eyes gleaming like starving men who had suddenly spotted a prime cut of fresh meat and could hardly wait to bite into it. Lian Youming had been brimming with fighting spirit. Though his injuries had yet to heal, his body was formidable, and he had recovered considerable vitality lately. He had wanted to stretch his limbs, only to receive an unexpected flirtatious glance that thoroughly sickened him.
"What's going on? Are they trying to kill me or sleep with me?"
The mysterious young man had looked as cold as frost, but even he struggled to maintain his composure at that. With an odd expression, he said, "Most likely sleep with you first, then kill you. Be careful. These are evil practitioners of Tantric Bliss. I chased them for two months before cornering them. Don't let them escape."
Looking at the three women, whose faces appeared peaceful while their eyes seemed filled with endless desire, Lian Youming said hesitantly, "Let's not. How about I leave first and you handle them yourself?"
Despite his words, the three had already darted toward him, moving swiftly to surround him from three corners.
The moment they approached, Lian Youming felt an indescribable fragrance waft toward him.
As the fragrant breeze entered his nose and mouth, he felt the blood within him stir imperceptibly, as though a small flame had ignited and was threatening to grow fiercer. "An aphrodisiac?"
Lian Youming's gaze turned cold. With no thought of showing mercy to beautiful women, he quietly held his breath. Killing intent stirred, and he stepped forward, lunging at the woman before him. His hand clawed