Senior sister, come quickly into the basin.

The cave entrance was half-open.

Li Tianran walked to the door but did not go in immediately.

Zhao Ling stood in front of the stone platform, her back to the door.

The black dress was cinched at the waist, and from the waist down, the hip bones created a full, curved line, stretching the black dress taut.

She stood casually, her left leg slightly bent, her weight on her right leg.

This pose creates an asymmetrical curve in her waist and hips, with the right hip line taut and the fabric on the left side bunching up in several diagonal folds.

now.

Zhao Lingzheng reached out to grab the pottery jar on the upper level of the stone platform.

The black clothes were pulled up a bit, revealing a small section of the lower back.

She had dimples at the waist and very fair skin, which contrasted with the black fabric of her clothes.

"Senior Sister Zhao."

Li Tianran withdrew his gaze and stood respectfully at the door.

Zhao Ling did not turn around.

"Enter."

Her voice was very soft.

She placed the pottery jar on the stone platform and turned around.

A front view is more impactful than a back view.

The neckline of her black dress was quite low, but it couldn't hide her full chest, and the dress was stretched taut.

It forces the curves of the chest and hips to a narrow line, making the top more bulging, the bottom wider, and the middle slender enough to be grasped in one hand.

Zhao Ling didn't look at him, but pointed to the corner.

"These are the blood slaves you captured last time."

"He has some talent, and his master is very satisfied with him, personally helping him improve."

Li Tianran looked in the direction she was pointing.

A strange girl stood in the corner, much like his previous appearance.

White hair, black horns, bluish-black skin, and unfocused pupils.

This is a completely modified fourth-level Qi-refining puppet?!

Li Tianran remembered that the little girl's name seemed to be Xiao He.

At the time, her family used her as a bargaining chip to save their own lives, and pushed her to him.

now.

After the makeover, Xiao He wore an ill-fitting gray robe with a loose collar.

It remained motionless, like a tool casually placed in a corner.

At this moment, Zhao Ling lowered her hand.

"come over."

Her name isn't Xiao He, it's Li Tianran.

Upon hearing this, Li Tianran walked over while pondering the situation.

Zhao Ling instructed, "Starting tomorrow, you will take her to water the spirit field."

Li Tianran bowed his head: "Yes."

He pretended to turn around and leave.

"What's the rush?"

Zhao Ling called out, and Li Tianran stopped.

She walked to the stone platform and sat down.

The tight black clothes were so constricting that the buttons on the front looked like they were about to burst open at any moment.

When she sat down, the curves of her waist and hips pressed out a full outline on the stone platform, and her black clothes were stretched out and then bounced back.

Li Tianran glanced at it.

Tight, large.

It's more visually striking than during the day.

Could it be because of the close proximity at night?

Su Yingxue is right, no normal woman would dress like that.

While Li Tianran was thinking to himself.

Zhao Ling poured two cups of tea.

He picked up a glass, took a sip, and pushed the other glass in front of him.

When she drank tea, her lips were pressed against the rim of the cup, and her Adam's apple bobbed gently.

A drop of tea spilled from the corner of her mouth, which she wiped away with her fingertip.

The movements are very slow.

Li Tianran didn't touch that cup of tea.

Zhao Ling suddenly spoke up: "I went to your woodshed the day Su Yingxue disappeared."

Li Tianran's fingers tightened inside his sleeve.

"The blanket is wet, and you're saying you lost control of your bladder? That's a very good excuse."

Li Tianran's heart tightened.

This woman must have figured something out.

Zhao Ling put down her teacup and continued.

"That day, Shen Qing was tied up at the door by you, her Taoist robe was disheveled, and there were handprints on her face, but you didn't touch her at all."

She stood up and walked towards him.

She has long legs, takes big strides, and her hips twist with just the right amount of movement.

It's not intentional, but you just keep looking at it.

She walked up to Li Tianran and stopped in front of him.

She was half a head taller than him, and when she looked down at him, her gaze pressed down from the bridge of his nose.

Li Tianran smelled the medicinal scent on her body, mixed with the smell of blood, and felt hot and humid, like a woman who had just exercised.

"A blood slave who hasn't touched a woman in three years, refusing to touch those who offer themselves to him."

Her voice was very low.

"Either he's a complete waste who can't even control himself, or he's plotting something bigger."

Zhao Ling extended a finger and tapped it on his chest.

His fingertips were cool, pressed against his heart through his gray robe.

Even through his clothes, he could feel the force of that finger; it wasn't a poke, but a press, and it was very heavy.

"But your recent behavior has changed too much; a good-for-nothing like you can't do that."

Zhao Ling's fingers did not move away.

She stood there, her gaze cold and stern: "Where is Su Yingxue?"

Li Tianran remained silent and looked up to meet her cold gaze.

There was no fear, no surprise, only peace.

"Heh, interesting."

Zhao Ling was surprised to see that Li Tianran dared to meet her gaze, neither humble nor arrogant.

She smiled.

Her fingers moved away from Li Tianran's chest and slid up his collarbone.

Finally, it stopped on his chin and lifted his face.

Li Tianran didn't deliberately look at anything.

But Zhao Ling is taller than him.

So when he looked up, he first saw her tight collar, and then her face.

"It's no use if you don't say anything. I can sense your abnormality, and so can your master."

She has a hundred ways to make you talk, extract your soul, search your spirit, and turn you into a real puppet.

Zhao Ling's tone was cold.

"Tell me your secret now, and I can help you cover it up."

If you don't talk, you die.

Upon hearing this...

Li Tianran felt more confident.

Zhao Ling had no idea what his trump card was.

All she knew was that Su Yingxue's disappearance was related to him, and she suspected him, knowing that he was not an ordinary blood slave.

In Zhao Ling's eyes.

Li Tianran is just a pseudo-level 2 Qi Refining Blood Slave, not very capable.

At most, they would have ambushed Su Yingxue when she wasn't paying attention and hidden her somewhere.

She called Li Tianran over tonight because she wanted to uncover Han Shizun's secret before he returned.

Threaten when you need to threaten, scare when you need to scare.

How long can a blood slave last?

But Li Tianran's performance was completely beyond her expectations.

Li Tianran raised his head, but he did not answer.

His hand slid out of his sleeve and pulled out a small porcelain bottle, then he uncorked it and tossed it forward.

The drug turned into a fine mist and rushed towards Zhao Ling's face.

"Um?"

Zhao Ling's body swayed slightly.

To my utter surprise, Li Tianran actually dared to make a move?

moment.

She used her spiritual power to seal her mouth and nose, and the drug only made her pause for half a breath.

At the same time, his hand was already on the hilt of the knife.

The short sword was drawn an inch from its sheath, and its gleam flashed briefly in the firelight.

"Senior Sister Zhao, you know too much."

Li Tianran snorted coldly, and his left hand moved as well.

He pressed directly onto her old injury on her left waist, spread his fingers, and pressed hard.

Zhao Ling's brows furrowed sharply.

He let out a muffled groan.

It came out hoarsely, short, and painfully squeezed from my throat.

"Did Su Yingxue teach you that?"

Zhao Ling's body instinctively bent to the left, her chest bumping into Li Tianran's arm.

Through the thin black clothes, her full breasts were deformed by the pressure, warm and soft as if boneless, pressing against his forearm.

But she didn't drop the knife.

Zhao Ling's cultivation suddenly erupted.

It's not the sixth level of Qi Refining!

It's seven stories!!

Spiritual energy surged from her body!

Li Tianran paused. Su Yingxue was right; Zhao Ling really knew how to pretend.

now.

His hand, which had been on her left waist, was shaken off, and his thumb and forefinger felt numb.

As Zhao Ling's body bounced away, her chest detached from his arm.

The intense, oppressive feeling vanished abruptly, replaced by a sense of emptiness, with a lingering warmth still clinging to my arm.

The temperature inside the cave plummeted.

The teacup on the stone platform was shattered by spiritual energy, and porcelain shards flew everywhere.

Li Tianran was knocked back three steps, his back slamming against the stone wall.

His ribs hit the protruding stone edge, causing him to gasp in pain.

Zhao Ling drew his short sword.

Her chest heaved violently, her black clothes were a little messy from the pressure, the collar was crooked, revealing a section of the edge of her black bra.

She didn't tidy it up.

She twirled the dagger in her hand, the tip pointing downwards.

"Pseudo-Qi Refinement Level 4 Peak?"

"That breath-concealing pendant belongs to Su Yingxue."

"Hehe, Li Tianran, you're really starting to pique my interest more and more."

Zhao Ling took a step forward.

With a twist of her waist and hips, the curves of her tight black clothes swayed briefly in the firelight.

"You think I don't know you're hiding your cultivation level?"

Li Tianran pulled out a level-three talisman from his pocket and, with lightning speed, slapped it onto her body.

Zhao Ling glanced at it in astonishment.

It is dark purple with a dense pattern like a spider web, and the pattern is faintly visible on the back.

His expression finally changed.

"What kind of talisman is this?"

The moment she touched it, she felt a surge of spiritual energy within her body, and she was completely controlled.

"Hmph, trying to control me?"

Zhao Ling sneered and unleashed her spiritual power.

In an instant.

The patterns on the talisman paper writhed violently, and the paper surface emitted a faint tearing sound.

Li Tianran was also surprised that the talisman paper was not able to hold the pressure down.