Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

The most poisonous woman's heart.

Fang Shaoli, also known as Lan Yi! One of Salang's Nine Disciples!

Lin Lan has finally caught this important person.

Having been turned away and lost Wang Xuxu, Zhao Pinlin was completely devoured by Huang Shaoli.

Lin Lan could take Huang Shaoli to her death right now, but such a rash move would inevitably cause the other members of the Black Sect to scatter and flee.

By using the illusion, we can gather all information about Black Sect Leader Ting and make our plan even more perfect!

……

Following the waitress through the dimly lit corridor, Zhao Pinlin's leather shoes made a dull thud on the carpet.

His gaze remained fixed on the swaying figure ahead, whose brown curly hair gleamed like honey under the dim wall lamp, and whose slender waist swayed alluringly with each step.

The anger that had been building up earlier now transformed into a burning sensation that surged through his lower abdomen.

"Where are we going?" Zhao Pinlin heard his own voice become hoarse.

The waitress did not answer, but suddenly at the corner he grabbed her wrist and slammed her against the Victorian-style relief wall.

The warmth emanating from beneath the silk uniform made his breath catch in his throat, and the ambiguous scent of tuberose and sweat instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"No..." The waitress's protest was choked by a passionate kiss.

Zhao Pinlin roughly tore open her lace collar, his fingertips touching the fine beads of sweat on her collarbone.

A sharp tearing sound came from the darkness. She suddenly turned to face him, her red lips brushing against his earlobe: "Are you sure you want to waste tonight venting your emotions?"

Zhao Pinlin didn't say anything, but just kept pulling...

In the light and shadow cast by the glass window, two intertwined figures were locked in a fierce struggle, like trapped beasts.

As a master of action sequences, Lin Lan naturally saw everything clearly.

Fang Shaoli does have a great figure, but just thinking about how she transforms into that disgusting, poisonous mother...

Lin Lan has a hundred ways to kill this creature!

……

The vine pattern on the wallpaper was scratched by fingernails, and panting echoed in the enclosed corridor.

When Zhao Pinlin finally released his grip, the waitress slumped to the ground, her stockings already torn, her hair disheveled into messy waves.

"Can you listen to me now?" She wiped the lipstick stain from the corner of her lips and pulled a crystal bottle from her thigh garter belt. The dark red liquid swayed eerily in the bottle, reflecting the dying embers in the fireplace.

Zhao Pinlin, fastening his belt, sneered: "Drugs? Is this all the tricks your club has?"

“More wonderful than medicine.” She suddenly moved closer, her fingertips, still tinged with desire, tracing his Adam's apple. “Like letting Wang Xuxu…”

……

Zhao Pinlin's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he downed the amber medicine in one gulp. The pungent liquid burned his esophagus, and the dark hall suddenly twisted into kaleidoscopic fragments. He staggered and grabbed the edge of the carved table, but his consciousness plummeted into a chaotic abyss like a kite with a broken string.

As the dizziness subsided, the familiar scent of sandalwood wafted over me.

He stared blankly at the scene before him. This was clearly his own guest room. On the bed, Wang Xuxu was wearing a light purple nightgown, the dim light from her phone screen reflecting the sparkle in her eyes. She bit her lower lip as she sent a voice message, then suddenly burst out laughing…

"This is a dream. You can do whatever you want." Fang Shaoli's voice lingered in my ears, with a seductive quality like the friction of silk.

Zhao Pinlin's temples throbbed as he recalled unpleasant memories: Mu Ningxue's cold stare, Wang Xuxu's disdain, Rong Sheng...

All the humiliation erupted like a raging fire in that moment. He loosened his tie, his pupils turning bloodshot, and as he pounced on the delicate body on the bed, Fang Shaoli was, in reality, pinned down by him…

Fang Shaoli chuckled softly, her chin resting on her hand, her fingertips twirling a strand of silver hair. Amidst the man's uncontrolled panting, she was languid, the sounds of their bodies colliding crisp and clear, primal and wild…

For Huang Shaoli, this meticulously planned dream was nothing more than bait to lure her prey into the net.

……

"Was that just now... was that a hallucination?" Zhao Pinlin woke up with a start, his shirt soaked with cold sweat and clinging to his chest, but a satiated grin on his lips.

Fang Shaoli said, "The real show has just begun. That unsuspecting canary has already opened its cage for you." She traced her fingertips across Zhao Pinlin's burning cheek. "As for the swans higher up... they need your absolute loyalty."

……

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The next morning, a maid's crisp knocking woke the villa. Rong Sheng hummed a little tune as he pushed open the door, bathing himself in the morning sun.

At the dinner table, Mo Fan noticed the lingering lust in Rong Sheng's eyes and nudged his shoulder with his elbow: "Look at you, all smug. Did you sneak off to meet a beauty last night?"

Rong Sheng looked around furtively, then leaned close to Mo Fan's ear, his ear tips turning red: "Brother, Xu Xu and I are officially a couple! Last night in her room..." He held up two fingers and shook them, "Second base!" Mo Fan raised an eyebrow, and Rong Sheng explained in a low voice, his Adam's apple bobbing excitedly.

"Tonight, we're ready to go for home run!" Rong Sheng clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Before the words were even finished, the carved door of the restaurant suddenly swung open.

Two figures entered, embracing each other. Wang Xuxu's fair neck still bore ambiguous red marks, while Zhao Pinlin's tie was askew and the second button on his shirt was missing.

Rong Sheng's smile froze on his face, and the coffee cup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," the brown liquid spreading across the expensive marble floor, just like his shattered dream.

Mo Fan's pupils suddenly contracted!

What the hell is this?!

Zhao Pinlin put his arm around Wang Xuxu's slender waist and stepped in with an almost assertive gesture.

His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, and their bodies were pressed together.

Wang Xuxu stumbled slightly in her high heels, but he pulled her even closer. It was a kind of physical understanding that only a long-term intimate relationship could form, as if he had measured every inch of her curves a thousand times over.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting." Zhao Pinlin smiled.

The private room erupted in cheers and shouts. "Holy crap! When did you guys get together?"

Mo Fan was completely dumbfounded. Rong Sheng had just described it to him...

"My god, is this exciting? Lanzi, what do you think?" Mo Fan whispered.

"Just use your eyes to see. I'll inform Lingling and Mu Ningxue later. We'll start the operation tonight. I've already confirmed that it's Lan Yi..." Lin Lan said.

"My hair!!!"

Mo Fan was now even more uneasy. Only a few days had passed, and they hadn't gotten any useful information at all!

Lin Lan truly lived up to his reputation as a man with extraordinary abilities; he confirmed Lan's identity in just one night.

Mo Fan glanced at the smug Zhao Pinlin, then at Rong Sheng, who remained silent with his head down...

The situation involving Zhao Pinlin and the other two is also quite strange; there must be some connection between them.

"Zhao Pinlin became that blue-clothed man's subordinate, and even slept with him last night. That's pretty outrageous," Lin Lan said using sound transmission.

A generous gift crab!
Zhao Pinlin even slept with the guy in blue!! (End of Chapter)