C662 You are courting death! (2/2)
The effects of Soul Controlling Powder had not completely dissipated yet, but there was a bit of a reaction in Ye Qingfeng's brain, as if it wanted to turn him into a puppet.
He was shocked.
”Tell me about the Golden Blood Pill's spirit materials and the main points of its refinement.”
Ye Qingfeng was stunned and he told his about the few spirit materials he had asked Feng Mubai to gather previously. Other than them, there were four more spirit materials.
”It is indeed rare, but there are many in the prefecture.” A light flashed through the eyes of the Feng Mansion Lord. After hearing the main point of refining the Golden Blood Pill revealed from Ye Qingfeng's listless appearance, he asked twice more, and all of the answers were the same.
”Tell me, who is your Master?”
”Careful!” Heavens... ”Jun …” Ye Qingfeng said mechanically.
”Tell me, do you want to escape tonight?”
”I want to...” I wanted to sneak out of the wind in the wee hours of the morning... ”Mansion …”
The Feng Mansion Lord revealed a pleased and cold sneer, and continued to speak, ”From now on, Ye Qingfeng, listen carefully. You are a direct descendant disciple of my Feng Mansion! You are Feng Ye Yang, you are the most loyal person in Feng Mansion! to protect Feng Mansion to the death! ”
”I am Feng Mansion's most loyal and most loyal … ”We'll protect him with our lives …”
Seeing that Ye Qingfeng's eyes became a little focused, the Feng Mansion Lord smiled in satisfaction.
”Go to sleep.”
Seeing Ye Qingfeng's eyes glaze over, his eyelids close, and his head fall unconscious, the Feng Mansion Lord was secretly left feeling pleased with himself.
Half an hour after he left, Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes.
”Feng Mansion Lord, you are courting death!” The four extra spirit materials from the Dragon's Blood Pill complement each other nothing, and although there were no hidden dangers on the surface, it was actually extremely dangerous. If those fellows were learning from his dripping blood, they would detonate ahead of time!
Ye Qingfeng got up and quietly escaped to the next room. Duanmu Qingxue was not unconscious, but she looked uneasy.
”Ye-zi.”
”Shh …”