"Mowei Pavilion, I'm so scared!" the girl patted her towering disproportionate chest very contrivedly, and in the blink of an eye, she said in a voice that sounded very innocent, but actually very vicious, "But brother, since you were caught by your sisters, you are no longer a member of the Demon Pavilion? The people of the Demon Pavilion will never seek justice for a disciple who has lost his cultivation, right?

"You ......" Yinchen opened his mouth and stammered, he only then remembered that he was in a secret realm at this time, no matter whether he lived or died, it was impossible for the Demon Wing Pavilion to really be responsible for him. The secret realm, in a sense, is a Shura field where various factions, and even between different forces within the sect, can reasonably fight each other, plot against each other, collude with each other, and betray each other. Only then did Yinchen remember that Elder Feng Lieshan still had some ulterior motives for him, and now he was not sure that the entire Demon Might Pavilion would protect him and support a new disciple like himself who could no longer be born in person, let alone seek justice.

"But......" Yinchen still wanted to say something, and wanted to avoid or even delay the horror of being forced to take Sanyuan Dan, but the girl who claimed to be a "disciple of the Yin-Yang and Hezong Sect" didn't give him more chances: "Brother, isn't it right? As she spoke, the girl with a faint accent took out what seemed to be made of a thin piece of wood, something oddly shaped like a whistle or a blowpipe, opened the closed end, put a reddish pill a little the size of the tip of her little finger into it, closed the end, and made a click, and then she took the whole thing made of wood into her mouth completely.

"Brother, don't be afraid, this Sanyuan Dan is not bitter at all, in fact, it has no taste. She slurred her words, and a trace of sparkling saliva stayed from the corners of her mouth and flowed onto her cute round little chin, which looked very sultry.

"You can't wait until tomorrow!" Silverdust shouted, struggling desperately, but it was completely useless, of no use other than the sound of chains.

The girl didn't answer, just shook her head slightly, looking like she was coquettish, and then, a faint pink air mass emerged from her body, it was her Gangfeng, an unimaginably soft Gangfeng, the girl hid her hand in her sleeve, and pressed it on Yinchen's shoulder through her sleeve, Yinchen couldn't move at all, and that sticky, unimaginably huge force made Yinchen completely lose the ability to move.

It was a terrible wind that entered the body sixfold.

Silver Dust couldn't move at all, watching the girl gently open her legs and ride on top of him, and for a moment, Silver Dust saw the pink and white spring light under her robe. The girl's robe, as if a special tool for sultry, looks tightly wrapped, in fact, the placket is wide open, the cuffs are wide open, and the hem is also wide open like a trumpet.

The soft body pressed against Yinchen's body without flinching, making him convulsive again, the girl leaned down, and a pair of towering jade peaks pressed Yinchen's chest tightly, and the feeling of that moment could definitely make the most iron-willed paladins forget their faith and mission. The girl softly, gently, even cautiously, approached Silver Dust's face, and then gave a deep kiss from lip to lip to tooth in the latter's incredulous gaze.

Silver Dust's brain exploded instantly, and he even forgot who his last name was for a moment. That kiss was too sweet, too feminine, too graceful, too long, and even timeless. It was the sweetest delicacy that Silver Dust had ever encountered in his life, a delicacy that he didn't know what it tasted like, and that delicacy was better than all the mountain delicacies, and could make all the chefs in heaven and earth die.

Silver Dust was confused and confused, and his mind was filled with countless sleek girls, and nothing else. His tongue, teeth, and lips had long since stopped obeying him, and went their own way, and even Silver Dust's eyes could only meet the girl's pitch-black eyes.

In those black eyes, there was a blank at this time, no feelings, no thoughts, not even the slightest aura, only a blank nothingness, as if there was a bottomless abyss.

A slight click, barely louder than a mosquito call, woke Silver Dust completely, and a few huge tears rolled slowly through his eyes.

He felt his throat twitch as if a bullet had been shot into his esophagus, it was the Sanyuan Dan, the Sanyuan Dan shot out of that strange wooden thing.

He didn't expect that the girl would feed him poison in this way. That beautiful and soft girl is the deadliest poison in itself.

A poison more terrible than the poison of the Poison Dragon Cult,.

......

Yinchen couldn't resist, so he could only wait in horror for the pill to swallow slowly, the girl's red lips moved away from Yinchen's mouth, compared to the first kiss that was inexplicably taken away by Jia Yuanyuan, this time the "kissing" was simply sweet and intoxicating. Silver Dust lost all his mana at this time, and he couldn't even open the arcane space, and there was no way to stop the pill that didn't know what was coated on the surface from slowly sliding down the esophagus and into the intestines. Yinchen was terrified and deeply desperate, as a mage, his biggest reliance in life was actually no different from those monks, they were all Qi Sea, or Dantian, in short, they were all the same thing.

The girl straightened up, and her soft and sweet voice sounded like a hellish warning to Yinchen: "You have to go, lie down here obediently, take a good rest, and the slave family will come to see you in a few hours!" After the girl finished speaking, she showed him a beautiful but not sincere smile at all, and got off his body, tidied up his clothes a little, and left with a gust of fragrant wind. The sound of the wooden slippers echoed through the cavern with a series of loud noises.

Yinchen closed his eyes, didn't look or listen, didn't want to move. He was dead, he thought he was dead, and the awakening he had just woken up was nothing more than a return to the light, no, not even a return to the light, but just the ghost who walked into the underworld, standing on the lookout platform and looking at the yang world for the last time. Silver Dust knew that once the mage's qi sea was destroyed, it would be a serious consequence of losing almost all of his vitality in an instant, but unlike a monk, who only cultivated to the end of his cultivation, his physical fitness was still as good as before. Silver Dust knew that once his sea of qi was destroyed, the realm would dissipate silently, and his chances of survival in the harsh environment of this unknown secret realm (he didn't think it was a red blood secret realm) were directly zeroed out without reservation. Not to mention, the cold, damp ground under the ass can make a mage who destroys the sea of qi suffer from a severe cold, and then die of acute myocarditis within three minutes. (To be continued.) )