"Isn't this the most precious form of thanks?"
Nangong Mengyao followed Hongmeng's gaze and naturally saw that dazzling Red Rosy Clouds, and the watermark.
I really don't know what poison of yours, you little rascal, has afflicted me.
Nangong Mengyao laid her head on Hongmeng's chest, tracing circles with her jade finger. Having awakened the memories of the Saint Master of the Jade Pool, she was now a fusion of both the Saint Master and Nangong Mengyao.
Had this been in her past life, she couldn't imagine that she would have been taken down by a youngster like Hongmeng.
"Poisoned, you say? Then the poison must continue to be cured!"
Hongmeng let out a slight smile, gazing into her beautiful, hazy eyes.
"Do you still have an antidote?"
Nangong Mengyao trailed her pale jade finger across Hongmeng's chest. Her cheeks flushed with a seductive glamour, and her breath, as fragrant as orchids, made her resemble a seductive serpent.
