He was certain that he had just subdued the other party's pressure points, so how could he have recovered so quickly?
"You're just going to lie here and let me bully you all this time?" Yu Yanluo snorted, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.
She sat up in bed and was about to grab the clothes next to her to put them on, but when she reached out, she realized that her clothes were far too revealing.
He glared at Zuan with annoyance, then threw the blanket over Zuan's head.
The warmth of her body still lingered in the quilt, along with a delicate and refreshing fragrance. He suddenly drifted off into thought, wondering how much the quilt of the world's most beautiful woman could fetch, since there were often perverts on the forums of his past life who would buy the used stockings of beautiful women.
After a while in America, her eyes lit up. The blanket on her head had been pulled off, and Yu Yanluo was already dressed.
"How were you able to release the pressure points?" Zu An recalled that his technique was flawless. If the opponent were a master or above, he might not have been able to subdue her, but she was clearly not.
"Now it's my turn to ask you, not the other way around." After saying this, Yu Yanluo suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction. The other party had just used the same words to bully her, and she didn't expect to get revenge so quickly.
"Who exactly are you?" Yu Yanluo asked as she circled around him, scrutinizing him. "You look just like him, so much like him. I'm afraid only someone like me, who understands painting and is familiar with Jian Yanyou, could see through your disguise."
Seeing that the other party did not answer, Yu Yanluo did not care: "If you don't tell me, I'll just see for myself."
After saying that, he reached out and started touching his face, trying to peel off the disguise.
"Huh?" Who knew that after searching for a long time, she still couldn't find the connection between the mask and her skin.
"Can you stop touching me... ripping~" Her fingers were icy cold. To be honest, countless men in the world would be willing to be caressed by Yu Yanluo's hands like this, but Zu An was clearly not one of them, because this woman kept pulling at his face because she couldn't find the mask.
Later, she even used both hands at the same time. Although there was no mirror, Zuan could still imagine his face being stretched into all sorts of strange shapes by her.
"No mask?" Yu Yanluo's red lips were so wide open that an egg could fit inside.
“I already told you I’m your husband,” Zuan tried to salvage the situation.
Yu Yanluo's expression turned cold: "After just getting to know you, I sensed the aura of a demon race on you. Are you from the Peacock Royal Family? But I've never heard of the Peacock Royal Family having this ability to transform."
The last sentence faded into her own voice; it was her muttering to herself in confusion.
Zu An was taken aback, wondering if the demonic aura she mentioned was the feather Kong Nanwu had given him.
“That’s right, I am Kong Qing’s companion. As for this disguise, it’s a skill I learned by chance.” Zu An took the opportunity to disguise himself, hoping to find out if she had any collusion with the demon race.
Yu Yanluo looked at him coldly: "My Peacock Clan and I have always kept to ourselves. Why are you overstepping your bounds?"
Zu An was startled. Judging from her tone, it seemed that she really had nothing to do with the Kong Qing from before.
He thought for a moment and then replied, "I just wanted to verify some things with you, Madam. If I have offended you in any way, I hope you will forgive me."
"Have any lewd intentions? Breaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night and impersonating my husband, don't you think you have some filthy thoughts?" Yu Yanluo sneered repeatedly.
“I’m truly innocent,” Zu’an explained, “I can’t take the blame for this. I only came here to verify the matter of Jian Yanyou’s murder. I had no intention of harming Madam.”
"If it weren't for the fact that you just covered me with the blanket and didn't do anything inappropriate, you'd be dead by now." Yu Yanluo's expression was cold, as if the other person's life and death were in her hands. "Was Jian Yanyou really killed by his brother?"
“I have received definite intelligence, but unfortunately I have no evidence,” Zaun replied ambiguously.
Yu Yanluo fell silent, a look of sadness appearing between her brows.
“Madam seems very sad, but according to our intelligence, she and Jian Yanyou do not live together, and their relationship seems to be limited.” Zu An tentatively observed her expression.
"He was, after all, my husband in name only, and he had taken good care of me all these years. Naturally, I can't be happy to hear the news of his death," Yu Yanluo sighed.
Zuan asked, "Madam, can you answer a question for me? How did you break free from the control just now?"
“My body is different from that of ordinary people,” Yu Yanluo replied casually, “but I’m more curious as to why your Peacock Clan would come to investigate his affairs?”
As she spoke, Yu Yanluo's expression suddenly changed: "No, you can't be from the Peacock Clan. Who are you? Restore your original appearance!"
Just then, Zuan suddenly moved; she couldn't react at such close range.
Zu An sealed several major acupoints on her body in succession. Learning from his previous lesson, he also took out the tendons of the Azure Moon Dragon and bound her body tightly.
Yu Yanluo was both ashamed and angry: "How could you be so vulgar!"
Anger from Yu Yanluo: +555 +555 +555...
Zuan blushed, because he had never tied anyone up before. He had just finished tying someone up unconsciously when he realized that it was exactly the same as the rope bondage he had learned from the teachers in those Japanese adult films in his previous life.
"Ahem, it's just to prevent you from plotting against me again." He looked away somewhat awkwardly, after all, being bound in various ways, certain parts of his body were quite prominent.
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