Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

The door was slammed shut with a dull sound.

It can be seen how uneasy Yin Xiuyu was when she left.

The house returned to calm, a silence even more dead silent than before.

Yan Ze thought about the words she left behind when she left, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What happened today was his fault, completely and utterly, without any room for argument.

After realizing his feelings, Yan Ze thought about the scenario of expressing his feelings to Miss Yin many times.

Maybe it was after he took her away from the demon world, or maybe it was when she knew about the forbidden technique and decided to leave Mu Li...

At the very least, it shouldn't be now, it shouldn't be such an inopportune time.

Yan Ze walked back and stumbled back onto the small wooden bed. His head tilted back and hit the hard wall, making a muffled sound.

He placed his hands casually on both sides, with his injured right hand hanging under the bed and blood dripping from his fingertips.

Tick, tick.

The pain became numb after a while, and the surging desire surged up again, making my whole body hot.

Yan Ze's vision became blurry, and he did not care about his injured hand and tried to pull at his clothes.

The clean and tidy black clothes were wrinkled, revealing a small piece of well-defined chest muscles, which, coupled with his expressionless face, added a bit of temptation.

Unfortunately, no one appreciates the beauty created by this contrast.

He was panting, breathing rapidly, his chest heaving up and down, and his dark red eyes looked at everything around him, as if covered with a layer of hazy fog.

Yan Ze shook his head, trying to make everything in front of him clear, but a figure vaguely appeared in front of him. It was Yin Xiuyu who had just left.

When she saw herself like this, she didn't panic like she had just now, nor did she want to leave.

She approached him as usual, and seeing his miserable appearance, she called out in surprise, then took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Yin Xiuyu's expression was so gentle and focused, and her eyes were full of tenderness, as if the person in her heart was herself.

The person who loves her is just like herself.

Yan Ze couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to hold her in his arms.

He stretched his hand into the air and touched the outline of his beloved woman, and the shadow disappeared from his sight at an extremely fast speed.

"hu~hu~hu~"

Yan Ze opened his eyes wide in horror and took a few rapid breaths before he came back to his senses from the fear of losing Yin Xiuyu.

What was lost? It was clear that he had never had it before.

Yan Ze finally woke up completely and began to pay attention to the abnormalities in his body.

He no longer allowed himself to be immersed in such a feeling of loss. He held his breath, concentrated his mind, withdrew the spiritual power from his body, and searched for anything unusual in his body.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, all the remaining medicinal properties of the drug were forced out.

The medicinal properties were caused by the pill that Ling Qiaoyue handed to him at that time.

The drugs that affected Yan Ze's rationality were no longer in his body. He became much more sober and his thinking about the culprit was logical and clear.

First of all, it is impossible that Ling Qiaoyue gave the medicine.

Firstly, she had no means of obtaining the drug;

Secondly, it was of no benefit to her at all, and she had no reason to drug him.

What good would it do to give him drugs for no reason?

This medicine has only one medicinal property, which is to make people feel desire, which is similar to the property of aphrodisiacs in the world.

If it was really Ling Qiaoyue who drugged him, who was she trying to get him with by doing this?

The only people who often come to her room are her and Miss Yin.

Miss Yin hasn't been here for a long time. Most people know this.

Her coming here today was beyond everyone's expectations.

Therefore, no matter who drugged her, the target could only be him and Ling Qiaoyue.

But if the target was herself and him, how could Ling Qiaoyue just leave after giving the drug?

From here, she can be eliminated.

Yan Ze calmed down and thought carefully about who might benefit most from this matter.

About half a minute later, he thought about the habits of the forbidden technique he had seen before, and suddenly realized it.

This medicine was given by the Demon Lord Mu Li.

His purpose was probably not to match him with Ling Qiaoyue.

Miao Li would not point fingers at Yuanyang just because of Yan Ze's feelings for Yin Xiuyu.

What's more, in his eyes, Yan Ze was no different from a dead person, and it wouldn't make any difference whether he liked him or not.

This matter involves both him and Ling Qiaoyue, so there is only one possibility - forbidden technique.

It just so happened that Yan Ze knew one thing: in the early stages of that forbidden technique, one needed to sacrifice the combined blood of two people.

The closer the relationship, the more closely their blood can merge, and the less rejection reaction will be in the person who accepts their merged blood.

Combined with the increasing number of blood draws at night in recent days, he guessed that the forbidden technique would be implemented in the next few days.

Then, it's time to prepare for leaving.

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After Ling Qiaoyue came back, Yan Ze told her the news.

They began to make final plans and choose a day to leave.

Yan Ze planned to take Yin Xiuyu with him on the day of his departure. He waited for several days, but she never came back.

All he waited for was a day when Ling Qiaoyue excitedly jumped into the room and told him a good news that would help him escape.

"Master Yan, Miss Yin will be getting married tomorrow. The demon world will be very busy and they will be negligent in guarding us. This will be a good opportunity to escape."

When Yan Ze first heard the news, his hand that was pouring tea tilted and knocked over the teacup beside him, and the wet tea covered half of the table.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Ling Qiaoyue exclaimed.

Yan Ze waved his hand and all the tea on the table was cleared away.

"fine."

He lowered his head and the remaining half cup of tea was brought to his mouth.

The bitter aroma of tea drifted past his nose. After a long silence, Yan Ze looked at Ling Qiaoyue:

"Miss Ling, let's set our departure date as tomorrow. However, some of the plans may need to be adjusted, and I still have some things to deal with."

"Tomorrow, I will first..."

Ling Qiaoyue listened to all the plans and learned some news that she shouldn't know. Her expression changed again and again, and finally she stammered and wanted to say something.

"Um……"

"I will ensure that you can leave the demon world safely tomorrow."

Yan Ze didn't need to hear what she said next, so he spoke first.

The things she was most worried about had been resolved, so she no longer needed to worry about how the plan would be implemented later.

Ling Qiaoyue agreed immediately, said goodbye and went back.

After she left, Yan Ze closed his eyes, put his right index and middle fingers together, turned his hand into a knife, and cut a line on the palm of his left hand.

Blood was flowing out, and he dipped two fingers into the blood as ink and drew in the air.

After a long time, the string of blood words in the air turned into a paper crane that almost blended into the night and flew away automatically.

Around midnight, a similar paper crane flew back from outside.

It flew in front of Yan Ze and automatically turned into a line of words.

"Wait at the foot of Wangfeng Mountain tomorrow."

The problem that was weighing on his mind was solved, and Yan Ze felt relieved.

Tomorrow, there is only one most important thing.