Wu Ziling poured spiritual energy into the medicinal powder. Suddenly, the medicinal powder merged with the air in the carriage, slowly eroding Wei Li at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wu Ziling's heart was trembling crazily. She knew what would happen next, but she had no way out.
As a young lady of the Wu family, she must make sacrifices.
She didn't struggle, just a little regretful.
Her precious chastity cannot be left to the man she loves.
Wei Li sat on one side and took a nap. If he looked carefully, his facial features were like sculptures, cold and firm.
After a long time, Wei Li suddenly opened his eyes and looked deeply at Wu Ziling.
Wu Ziling was startled, and chills and cold sweat broke out on her back. She kept moving her body back until she was against the wall of the carriage.
"Are you plotting against me?" Wei Li's voice was cold, bone-chilling.
He approached Wu Ziling, suddenly stretched out his hand, and pinched Wu Ziling's chin fiercely, forcing Wu Ziling to raise her head.
Wu Ziling clenched her hands tightly. She was scared and wanted to retreat, but her body was out of control and she could no longer exert any strength except trembling.
Wei Li's eyes were filled with a layer of scarlet mist, like a magical beast that was about to turn black.
Crazy about it.
Wei Li kept getting closer to Wu Ziling, who opened his eyes wide.
The man touched the soft red lips and then bit them hard. The taste of blood filled his lips and teeth. Wu Ziling felt pain and struggled subconsciously.
Wei Li let her go, his eyes full of contempt, "Since you are so mean, then I will comply with your wishes. If you covet the status of my Wei family, it is okay to give you a concubine."
Wei Li was sullen.
Wu Ziling has already taken the medicine, and it is still a strong medicine. If it is not mixed with joy, the sequelae will be very strong.
Wu Ziling pushed Wei Li away, huddled up and shivered.
The potion penetrated deeply into the body, not only Wei Li, but also Wu Ziling felt hot all over. She wanted to tear off her clothes because of the heat, but the only trace of reason she had left allowed her to control her hands.
Wu Ziling only thought that this carriage was like hell.
Wei Li stretched out his hand and suddenly tore Wu Ziling's clothes. The spring light spread across the area. Wei Li's eyes dimmed, and the flames in his lower abdomen were burning like a volcano erupting out of control.
Wu Ziling clutched her collar and lowered her head, like a wounded little sheep.
All she could think about was Mo Xie, that unparalleled man.
She doesn't have Yan Yan's arrogance or Li Yanran's interest in interests. She just has pure admiration, but she knows she's not worthy enough and doesn't dare to express her thoughts.
After tonight, she was no longer qualified to mention Mo Xie.
Wu Ziling raised her face and looked at Wei Li, her eyes filled with tears. She bit her lower lip tightly and held on to the torn clothes with both hands.
Wei Li was stunned for a moment, then said sarcastically: "Since you have decided to be a bitch, why bother setting up a memorial arch? What does it look like to be so hypocritical?"
Wu Ziling said nothing.
"Old Li, stop." Wei Li said suddenly.
The driver heard this and stopped the carriage.
Wei Li pointed to the outside of the carriage, his eyes were like ice, and he looked at Wu Ziling, "If you really don't want it, get out immediately."
Wei Li used his powerful spiritual energy and thoughts to suppress the effects of the charm potion.
Wu Ziling looked at the curtain of the carriage. She already had the ingredients of the medicine in her body. It must be solved tonight. Instead of looking for someone else, it would be Wei Li.
At the very least, she completed the task assigned by Father Wu.
Wu Ziling closed her eyes, let go of her hand, and pulled off the last layer of obscene clothing.
The skin is as creamy and as white as snow.
Seeing this, Wei Li could no longer suppress the fire and pressed towards Wu Ziling.
Wu Ziling lost her mind, but kept crying, as if she had been greatly wronged.
Wei Li was tired of looking at it, so he simply pulled a piece of soft cloth and covered Wu Ziling's eyes.
There is no emotion, just venting and everyone getting what they need.
The carriage was driving on the streets of Luohua City. The carriage driver, Lao Li, was surprised for a moment when he heard the groaning sound coming from the carriage. Then he returned to calm and deliberately slowed down the carriage.
At the same time, Grandpa, Yan Yan and others have returned to the Yan family.
Yan Yan returned to her room, feeling particularly depressed.
She stepped into the house, and the next moment there was a guard knocking on the door.
"What's the matter?" Yan Yan opened the door and asked.
"Miss, my grandfather invites me," the guard said.
Yan Yan's expression suddenly changed.
She seems to have made grandpa unhappy today.
Yan Yan gathered her mood, walked to her grandfather's yard, stood in front of her grandfather's door, and raised her hand to knock on the door.
He put his half-clasped hand in front of the door, and finally retracted it.
Yan Yan felt uneasy.
Facing her grandfather, she always had a sense of awe.
"Come in." Grandpa's majestic voice came from inside the house, and Yan Yan's heart skipped a beat.
Yan Yan hesitated for a moment before walking into the house. Grandpa was sitting on a chair with his back to Yan Yan. The incense burner next to him lit up the smoke. Yan Yan walked towards Grandpa with heavy steps.
"Grandpa." Yan Yan stopped behind Grandpa.
Snapped!
Grandpa stood up and when he turned around, he slapped Yan Yan hard on the face with his backhand.
Because of her strong strength, Yan Yan retreated repeatedly, her bun was messed up, she covered her burning face and looked at her grandfather in disbelief.
"Grandpa, I..."
"Kneel down!"
Before Yan Yan could finish speaking, Grandpa smashed the crutch in his hand towards the ground.
Yan Yan's soul trembled slightly, then he bent his knees and suddenly knelt on the ground.
She stared at the ground, her eyes red.
Grandpa took a few steps back, raised his crutch high, and hit Yan Yan on the back. Every blow was merciless.
After ten strokes of the cane, Yan Yan's body became weak and completely collapsed to the ground, with a large amount of blood spurting out from his slightly opened mouth.
She lay on the ground and looked at her grandfather.
My grandfather turned ruthless and his eyes were very cold.
"I cultivate you with all my heart, hoping that you will become a talented person and become the pillar of the Yan family in the future, rather than playing some tricks." Grandpa shouted: "You have secretly made a war with Ye Qingge without my consent. The dinner at the City Lord's Mansion,
There is an insinuation in your words about Ye Qingge and Yan Fuping. Do you really want to compare with Ye Qingge? Ye Qingge may become the president of the Weapon Refining Union in the future. As soon as he came to Luohua City, he hooked up with the Yan family.
The relationship with the Nine-Liu Family is very harmonious. Except for the unrest among the six major families, she has done everything perfectly. Besides being jealous, what else can you do? Can you pull out the Changhong Sword? Even if you pull it out, you
Can you give it up to others again?"
"no, you can not."
"Kneel down here tonight and reflect carefully. When your heart calms down, you will be able to leave."
"..."
Mud cannot hold up a wall.
Grandfather's eyes were full of helplessness, hating the fact that iron could not turn into steel.
After grandpa left, the door of the house was closed tightly.
Yan Yan was kneeling on the ground alone, with blood all over his chin and a large bruise on his back.
Yan Yan was in a trance.
For a moment, Yan Yan's eyes widened, filled with unwillingness.
At this time, Luohua City is in front of Yan’s house.
The carriage stopped, and the two guards carried Yan Xiaoqi into the house. Yan Fuping was still sitting on the carriage.
"It should be coming soon..." Yan Fuping murmured to himself.
After saying that, a gust of wind flashed by, and a figure lifted the curtain and entered the carriage.
Qingge sat on the cushion, crossed her legs, and picked up a glass of wine on the table, "It seems that the Master of the Yan family has been waiting for a long time."