Ye Junlang walked to the door, stretched out his hand, and opened the door.
A familiar faint fragrance hit me, and I took a closer look. It was the charming Mochizuki Chunxiang standing outside the door. Her fair face had a hint of redness left after drinking, and her eyes were like water, with a hint of aura inside.
Wang's sultry tenderness was looking directly at Ye Junlang with a confused and fascinated look.
Ye Junlang seemed to be stunned, with a petrified feeling, as if it was unbelievable, and he didn't react for a long time.
Mochizuki Chunxiang chuckled and whispered: "Mr. Ye, is it possible that you just keep me standing at the door?"
Only then did Ye Junlang come to his senses with hindsight and said quickly: "Wang, Miss Wangyue, you, why are you here... Please, please come in."
With that said, Ye Junlang turned sideways and let Mochizuki Chunxiang walk in.
"Don't you welcome me here?" Mochizuki Chunxiang asked with a smile.
Ye Junlang closed the door and said with a smile: "Why, how could it be? I must be very welcome. But you see, my place is quite messy, and I haven't even had time to clean it up..."
"There is no need to tidy up. Even if you tidy up, it will still be messy after a while, right?" Mochizuki Chunxiang smiled and said meaningfully.
Ye Junlang was stunned for a moment and asked: "What do you mean?"
"That's what I mean!"
Mochizuki Chunxiang spoke, and she suddenly fell into Ye Junlang's arms. Her sexy lips kissed Ye Junlang eagerly.
Ye Junlang was really stunned for a moment. The appearance of Mochizuki Chunxiang still surprised him.
What does this woman mean?
*?
As a qualified wolf, there is no reason not to eat the meat that is brought to your door.
Immediately, Ye Junlang opened his mouth to suck, and put his arms around Mochizuki Chunxiang's slender waist. Then he slid his hands down and grabbed them hard. Then, the two dragon grippers went up to the rock climbing peak and pressed down on that piece with precision.
Standing proudly on the peak.
Ye Junlang's behavior seemed very anxious, but the more it was like this, the more normal it seemed and the more it was in line with common sense.
Although he knew that this woman had bad intentions, Ye Junlang couldn't help but admire that this woman was really talented. Her figure was extremely attractive, and her elasticity made her feel very good.
Upon closer inspection, the proud piece of Wangyue Chunxiang has been kneaded into various shapes, sometimes round, sometimes flat, and so on.
At this moment, Ye Junlang was keenly aware of an unusual scent that was different from the body scent of Mochizuki Chunxiang entering his nostrils, which made his eyes narrow slightly.
This woman started to use tricks.
Ye Junlang has gone through all kinds of special drug training, and he has also shown a characteristic of being immune to drugs. He guessed it was related to being carried by Old Man Ye and soaked in a medicine bucket since he was a child.
In addition, after undergoing special training, it can be said that most of the drugs in the world will not have much effect on him.
But after Ye Junlang's identification, this strange fragrance was not a simple gas, nor was it a poisonous gas. It was actually a very special kind of gas - phantom gas!
To put it simply, ordinary people who inhale this kind of phantom energy will become insane, have visual and auditory hallucinations, and even worse, their minds will be controlled.
However, in order to effectively control the spirit of the person who inhales the phantom energy, a method must be used - illusion!
Just at this moment, Ye Junlang had already untied the ribbon of the long skirt on Mochizuki Chunxiang's shoulders. As the long skirt slipped off, a lively and fragrant snow-white body appeared, which was even more beautiful under the light of the light.
It looks bright and white, exuding a fatal allure.
"Mr. Ye, let me perform a spicy dance for you first to cheer you up!"
Wangyue Chunxiang suddenly chuckled. She gently pushed Ye Junlang away, then twisted her waist and started dancing.
At that moment, every part of her body seemed to be twisting, like a beautiful snake twisting and dancing, exuding a primitive and gorgeous fatal temptation.
This kind of dance is dazzling, and combined with inhaling the phantom energy, it will make people confused in an instant. They can't help but follow this dance, so that their own spirits have been completely affected by this woman.
This is not a dance in the ordinary sense, but a kind of illusion.
"Shen Nian school? I really didn't expect that this woman is actually from the Shen Nian school. It gave me a big surprise."
Ye Junlang thought in his mind.
On the surface, Ye Junlang had an expression of obsession. He was dumbfounded and his eyes were lifeless. His eyes were all focused on Mochizuki Chunxiang. It seemed that his own spiritual will was completely out of control and he was completely given over to Mochizuki Chunxiang.
Dominated.
In fact, Ye Junlang's consciousness was very clear, and all this was just a disguise.
Among the many schools in Japan, the Shinen school is the most mysterious and the most difficult to deal with. It is one of the three major schools in Japan along with Shinto-ryu.
The scary thing about this school is that it has mastered the art of illusion.
There are many kinds of illusions, including psychedelic illusions that control the mental level of others, and combat illusions that are used in combat, etc.
At this moment, what Mochizuki Chunxiang was performing was the psychedelic illusion.
Mochizuki Chunxiang had been paying attention to Ye Junlang's expression. She saw that Ye Junlang's eyes began to become hollow and would only move with her dance; she saw that Ye Junlang's face had become stiff and expressionless.
, like a walking zombie, she showed a satisfied smile and asked: "Does it look good?"
"Good-looking!" Ye Junlang replied stiffly.
"Like it?"
"like!"
"Are you the Dragon Head?" Mochizuki Chunxiang asked coldly.
"I am Ye Junlang."
"Where are you from?"
"I come from Mentougou Village, Yashan, Southern China."
"what kind of job do you do?"
"I am an employee of the Foreign Economic and Trade Department of China Dongba E-commerce Group."
"No, you lied. Your identity is Dragon Head. You came to Tokyo for some purpose, right?"
"I am Ye Junlang."
"What is your purpose in coming to Tokyo?"
"Minister Fang and I came to Tokyo to discuss cooperation business. I like Tokyo, I like Teacher Cang, I like Miss Mochizuki, I like Princess Tamagawa..."
Interrogated again and again, and answered unconsciously and stiffly over and over again.
"Bring me your phone and turn it on," Mochizuki Haruka said.
Ye Junlang took out his cell phone, opened it and handed it to Mochizuki Chunxiang.
Mochizuki Haruka checked the call records, messages, etc., but didn't see anything suspicious.
Mochizuki Chunxiang turned her eyes and saw a laptop on the desktop. She immediately asked Ye Junlang to go over and open the computer. She checked the files stored in the hard drive of the computer. With her trained Chinese language skills, she
What I saw was that the computer hard drive contained some documents and information about the company, and there was nothing suspicious about it.
Judging from this evidence, Ye Junlang is really just an ordinary employee with no special identity.
Mochizuki Chunxiang is still extremely confident in her illusion skills. She is convinced that Ye Junlang's mental consciousness has been controlled by her at this time. When she loses her self-awareness, what she asks and Ye Junlang answers are all from his heart.
"Go and lie down on the bed." Mochizuki Chunxiang said.
Ye Junlang really walked towards the bed and fell straight on the bed.
Mochizuki Chunxiang picked up the long dress that had fallen to the ground and put it on with her back to Ye Junlang. At the same time, she took out her mobile phone and made a call. When the other party connected, she said: "Young Master, this Ye Junlang is just
An ordinary employee. I have tested him and found that he was under the spell of an illusion. He answered whatever he asked and there was nothing unusual about him."
"Okay, I got it. It seems I've been worrying too much." A cold and indifferent voice came from the phone.
Mochizuki Haruka then hung up the phone and was about to pull up the shoulder straps of her skirt.
She didn't notice that Ye Junlang, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and then Ye Junlang's body suddenly moved, he jumped up from the bed, and rushed towards Wangyue Chunxiang.
By the time Mochizuki Chunxiang noticed something was wrong, Ye Junlang's palm knife had already cut across her neck.