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As soon as this voice fell to the ground, another voice immediately sounded: "Congratulations to the leader, your magical power is gradually completed!"

At the same time, voices began to ring out one after another outside the door: "The leader's magical power is unparalleled and he will rule the world for eternity."

Meng Wenyao, who was under the big cloak, heard thousands of voices and felt a chill in her heart. Is this madman actually going to achieve great feats?

Although there will be no need to harm women in the future, if you master such magical skills, then the world will be dominated by the demon sect.

Moreover, all the sects in the world are preparing to unite to besiege the Demon Sect. If they underestimate the magical power of the leader of the Demon Sect, they will be annihilated by the Demon Sect in one fell swoop in the future.

The darkest moment in the martial arts world was coming. Meng Wenyao broke out in cold sweat. She wanted to escape immediately, go back and report to the various sects, and reassess the siege against the Demon Cult.

The cloak was suddenly opened, and Meng Wenyao's frightened little face suddenly came into Leng Sufeng's eyes. He swallowed the teasing smile on his lips and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from Meng Wenyao's forehead.

"Why didn't I know that my cloak was so warm and made the girl sweat so much?"

Meng Wenyao looked at Leng Sufeng cautiously, wondering what this mentally ill man was going to do, and let him wipe the sweat carefully with a handkerchief.

From his cheeks to his neck, he looked down and saw that Meng Wenyao was neatly dressed and his collar was already a little wet. Leng Sufeng asked with interest: "Are you made of water? Are you so wet?"

Quickly taking the handkerchief from Leng Sufeng's hand, Meng Wenyao said nervously: "Young lady, do it by yourself, don't dare bother the leader."

"I am extremely happy to serve this beauty."

As soon as her body was empty, Meng Wenyao was picked up by Leng Sufeng. She got out of bed and turned around the screen to see a steaming hot spring.

As soon as Leng Sufeng raised his hand, Meng Wenyao was thrown into the hot spring.

"Wash yourself well."

Seeing Leng Sufeng disappear behind the screen, Meng Wenyao relaxed her body. She really wanted to cry without tears. The ecstasy medicine she finally applied was all washed away by the water.

What's even worse is that she still doesn't know if Leng Sufeng discovered something and let her soak in the hot spring on purpose.

After washing quickly, Meng Wenyao gritted her teeth and applied the secret medicine all over her body again, and bravely walked out.

Unexpectedly, Leng Sufeng was breathing evenly on the big bed. Meng Wenyao took a long breath and planned to run away immediately. She slowly moved towards the back window, one step, two steps, three steps, and her hand was already on the window.

Suddenly, a warm body pressed against her back, and slightly cool fingers gently touched her earlobe.

"It's late at night, don't you want to enjoy the scenery?"

Meng Wenyao, who was afraid of being discovered after escaping, suddenly remembered that Leng Sufeng was schizophrenic. His brain was abnormal and he might not have thought that Meng Wenyao would have the courage to escape.

She stretched out her hand to open the window, then closed it tightly again, and then said softly: "The little girl saw that the leader was sleeping peacefully, but the window seemed not to be closed tightly, and there was always cold wind blowing in, so I came here and closed the window tightly."

Leng Sufeng stared at Meng Wenyao's pale face for a while, then said with a smile: "My leader's magical body protection, blowing a little cold wind is nothing."

Meng Wenyao crossed her arms at the right moment and couldn't help but shudder, silently expressing that she was afraid of the cold.

This naturally attracted Leng Sufeng's attention. He pressed Meng Wenyao into his arms with his big hands and said ambiguously: "I will sleep with you in my arms tonight. My arms will be warm."

She couldn't help but shudder again. Meng Wenyao was already in Leng Sufeng's arms. It was indeed warm, but she couldn't sleep.

Leng Sufeng couldn't take the secret medicine all over her body, so her hope of escaping was somewhat slim. She turned around and wrapped her slender arms around Leng Sufeng's neck pretending to be unintentional.

Sleepily, she brought her snow-white shoulders to Leng Sufeng's lips. She could feel Leng Sufeng's gradually burning breath, and she could even feel the soft lips touching her skin.

Well, with a little bit of the drug, even a cow can fall asleep and fall unconscious.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Meng Wenyao was kicked out of bed by Leng Sufeng. She could no longer pretend to sleep. Meng Wenyao said aggrievedly: "Leader~"

"You don't sleep well and sleep alone."

A quilt was thrown on Meng Wenyao, and Leng Sufeng kindly helped her tuck the quilt.

What is this scenario? Could it be that after Leng Sufeng went crazy and became possessed, he injured his body and became inhumane?

It seemed as if his breathing was getting hotter just now, and he didn't look like an unresponsive person.

This was so strange that Meng Wenyao didn't dare to test it again, staring at the time from Zishi to Maoshi.

It was about to get dark, which is when people sleep the deepest. Listening to the even breathing coming from the side, Meng Wenyao got out of bed lightly.

She turned her head to confirm the direction of the window, then raised her feet to walk towards the window, one step at a time...

"Where are you going?"

Meng Wenyao stood frozen on the spot again, her lips trembling as she said: "Get up at night."

In the darkness, a tall figure walked down from the bed, approached Meng Wenyao step by step, then took her hand and said, "You are going in the wrong direction. That is the direction of the back window, and the clean room is over here."

Then Meng Wenyao was led into the clean room step by step by Leng Sufeng. The candlelight was lit one after another, and Leng Sufeng had disappeared behind the screen.

Across the screen, Meng Wenyao was too embarrassed to relieve herself. She happened to see a large glass of water on the table. She picked up the water glass and slowly poured it into the toilet.

The sound of running water sounded for a long time before Meng Wenyao came out from behind the screen.

When he saw Leng Sufeng trembling, he seemed to be holding back a strong smile: "It sounds like you've been holding it in for a long time."

Meng Wenyao was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. She lowered her head, walked around Leng Sufeng and walked to the bed.

Suddenly an arm in front of her stopped her, and the man laughed sullenly and said, "Drink some water, you just lost too much water."

Looking at the water glass in front of her, Meng Wenyao reminded herself over and over again that this was Leng Sufeng, the leader of the Demon Cult. She must not contradict him, lest he risk his life. Then he endured the shame and anger in his chest and drank the water.

Then she fell unconscious.

Before Meng Wenyao's mind went into chaos, Meng Wenyao's last conscious thought was that before the assassin could kill the enemy, he had made himself stupid first.

After catching Meng Wenyao's limp body, Leng Sufeng's expression gradually became gentle under his mask, and he said with a smile: "Escape is not that easy."

Leng Sufeng put Meng Wenyao on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and stared at her for a long time before pushing the door open and leaving.

Amidst the cries of "The leader's magical power is unparalleled and he has unified the world," Leng Sufeng came to Nanshan's secret prison again.

A series of heavy dungeon doors were opened, and in the innermost cell, a man wearing the same silver mask was hung high.

The man's body was covered with wounds, and he had endured countless tortures. When Leng Sufeng raised his hand, the man was hit hard on the ground.

A red blood stain slowly flowed to Leng Sufeng's feet. He frowned slightly, and one of his subordinates picked up the bucket and quickly cleaned up the blood stain.

After everyone exited, Leng Sufeng walked leisurely to the injured man and said softly: "Master Leng, you are well~"