Damn it, here we go again.
Is this never going to end?
In the wine pool, a flock of beauties frolic, the snow-white peaks appearing and disappearing in their movements.
"This time it's someone new, Liu Yaoyao has come in, she's just like that Flower Monk, foolishly rummaging through the room."
Glass, from Han Yu's Sea of Consciousness, was watching that sneaky figure through Han Yu's body.
Liu Yaoyao's face was miserable; she wasn't willing to come at all. This guy was like a humanoid fierce beast, if the Illusion Realm broke midway and awakened, she wouldn't even have the chance to escape.
However, Yan Bing didn't seem like he was planning to negotiate at all. What a bitter fate.
After Liu Yaoyao dejectedly finished searching the room, there wasn't even a trace of the Dragon Blood Stone, so she cautiously looked towards the bed.
Han Yu, at this moment, had his eyes wide open but was lost in a trance.
