Chapter 88 - Trap (1/2)

“W-what is it?” Song Qian found Zhuo Fan making an odd expression and asked.

After muttering to himself, Zhuo Fan spoke, “Uhm, that is, the only choice is to suck the poison out…”

Song Qian understood from his hesitation and her pale face was tinted pink.

“Then, sorry to trouble you…” Song Qian’s soft voice rang hard in his ears. The delicate and charming look would stir anyone’s sympathy.

Licking his dry lips, Zhuo Fan ripped her clothes around the wound and exposed her fair skin.

Song Qian shuddered as she closed her eyes with a red face. She knew what was about to happen, but when her clothes tore, she still gasped.

“Then, a thousand pardons, miss Song.” Zhuo Fan forced a smile in this awkward situation and neared his mouth to the wound, beginning to draw the poison out.

But the longer he sucked the more doubts sprouted. [Why is the blood spicy? Why is Song Qian’s blood normal, as if she wasn’t poisoned to begin with?]

However, he pushed aside all conflicting thoughts and kept sucking to make sure she was out of harm’s way, that is, until her blood turned scarlet again.

“I’ve taken most of the poison out, so there should be no problems.” Zhuo Fan let out a breath he was holding, but his eyes were clouded with more doubts.

Then, a smoking hot body hugged him and two tender arms curled around his neck.

Zhuo Fan was startled, “Miss Song, what…”

Song Qian’s hot breath entered his ear, “Zhuo Fan, do you know? I liked you the moment I saw you.”

Zhuo Fan’s eyes darted left and right, his tone wavering, “Miss Song, your brother will be here soon…”

“Never mind him.” Song Qian’s tongue left a trail on his cheek, making him feel as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, “I only want you next to me!”

She didn’t give him the chance to put up any resistance as she drew his head into a hot kiss.

As his eyes grew lost, his heart was thoroughly shocked and his mind blanked.

He reached the Demonic Emperor level because he always had cultivation in his mind, taking into account every step, every detail. So much so, he had overlooked the matters between a man and a woman.

When Luo Yunchang and Lei Yuting stole a peck, it floored him, but this time, his mind was literally blown.

[Damn it, I was born twice and a virgin each time, but never did I come upon such a battle!]

Then, Zhuo Fan’s eyes flared with irritation and pushed Song Qian away, “What did you just give me?”

In his daze, he could still feel something entering his mouth and dissolving.

Song Qian cried as she hit the ground, then a burst of laughter echoed around him, “Ha-ha-ha, something marvelous, I’m sure.”

A black figure appeared and threw a large transparent bell over Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan exclaimed, “4th-grade defensive spiritual weapon?”

“Ha-ha-ha, indeed. This is the Qi clan’s treasure, Violet Canopy!”

The black figure landed in front of Zhuo Fan and revealed itself to be an aged man. His eyes were filled with glee and rancor.

“You’re the Qi clan’s Profound Heaven expert?” Zhuo Fan tried to get up but his head swooned, falling back to his knees.

“What’s going on? Am I poisoned?”

“Ha-ha-ha, that’s a powerful toxin of the Qi clan, Soul Devourer!” The old man mocked, “It targets one’s soul and no one beneath Radiant Stage can last more than two hours. Even they will die three days later without our antidote!”

Zhuo Fan frowned.

The old man saw through him and cackled, “You must be wondering how you got poisoned? He-he-he, let me tell you. The dagger wasn’t poisoned, it was only dabbed in something to change the blood’s color. The true poison was on Qian’er’s shoulder, which you were more than happy to suck out.”