"Kiss me!" Liu Zhaodi, now emboldened by alcohol, was completely unafraid of Jiang Yuan and brazenly used mind control to try and seize control of Jiang Yuan's consciousness.

Click! Jiang Yuan's consciousness was locked once again. In his half-awake, half-dreaming state, he felt a pair of warm, moist lips and the strong smell of alcohol.

This was the worst kiss he had ever experienced! And, he vaguely recalled the first time Liu Zhaodi used mind control, and that sense of familiarity welled up in his heart!

"This woman cannot be allowed to live!"

An extreme thought surged in Jiang Yuan's mind: the familiarity he felt just now meant that Liu Zhaodi had already done something similar once.

The two rolled around on the bed, Liu Zhaodi, who was completely drunk, was just venting her primal desires. After taking off her long dress, she began to control Jiang Yuan to take off his clothes, as if she wanted to complete everything related to love today.

"Little rabbit, did you bring carrots?" Liu Zhaodi breathed into Jiang Yuan's ear.

"Mad woman! Mad woman! Mad woman!"

Jiang Yuan had subconsciously cursed Liu Zhaodi countless times; the drunk Liu Zhaodi definitely had sadistic tendencies.

"No, I have to break free, or I'll definitely be played to death tonight!" Jiang Yuan glanced at the God Battle, whose cooldown had ended. He had to take a gamble and use his strength to break through all laws.

"Little bunny, come quickly into your sister's arms!"

Mind control loosened for a moment when Liu Zhaodi revealed her true feelings, and Jiang Yuan activated Divine Wings and Divine War.

"Divine Battle Wings!"

"Eighth-Order Divine Battle!"

With a two-pronged approach, Jiang Yuan, whose consciousness had been controlled, finally regained his senses. Seeing the absurd state he was in with Liu Zhaodi, he stood up in shock, and the God-Slaying Spear swept across, finally stopping a foot away from Liu Zhaodi's brow.

"Jiang Yuan, don't go!"

"I'm doing fine, why don't you look back at me?"

"Jiang Yuan..."

Looking at Liu Zhaodi, who was still muttering incoherently, Jiang Yuan finally put away his gun. "Jiang Yuan, Jiang Yuan, you will eventually die by your own hand!"