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Mr. Thirteen, who noticed something was wrong, hurried forward to take the patient's pulse.

After a while, his face became serious, "Why did the poison in the young master's body suddenly explode?"

Hearing this, Gong Chenyu's heart sank. He tried his best to calm himself down and asked, "When has the poison in my body ever acted like this?"

Mr. Thirteen said helplessly, "Young Master, you don't know that the special poison of the Nanman that you were infected with back then, the reason why our dragon clan couldn't cure it was because it was not a toxin, but a sinister and vicious evil technique of the Nanman."

Those who are poisoned by this technique can suppress it with drugs and internal force before having sex. Once they have sex, the effects will not occur in a short period of time. However, when the effects accumulate to a certain moment, they will erupt completely due to some emotional fluctuations.

At this time, even the inner strength can't suppress it, and the poison technique becomes more rampant. Now I can only... I can only find a woman for you to relieve it!"

Gong Chenyu's peach blossom eyes instantly turned fierce, "Get lost!"

How could he possibly touch another woman, and he couldn't do anything bad to Nan Mo under the control of the lustful magic.

He still had some sanity left and knew very well that he had to carry it through on his own.

"Somebody come!"

Mr. Thirteen shouted, and the butler came over in a hurry, "Young Master, what happened? He was fine just now."

"The poison has taken effect. Help the young master to the room first."

Gong Chenyu staggered with the help of the two and came to the bedroom of Haitangzuizhuyuan, where he had lived before he came here.

After entering the room, Gong Chenyu sat directly on a chair and said, "Find a rope to tie me up."

"No."

Mr. Thirteen checked again, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, "Even if we tie up the young master, it will be useless. The evil art of lust is a long-lost witchcraft of the southern barbarians. The young master has already tasted the pleasure of love between a man and a woman. If we suppress him by force, it will only backfire."

At this moment, Gong Chenyu's forehead was covered with sweat. His usual cold expression was no longer there. The corners of his peach blossom eyes were red, full of lust.

His whole body was extremely hot. He grasped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, trying hard not to tear the brocade robe on his body.

"Cold water, prepare cold water."

In just a moment, an oversized bathtub in the room was filled with ice-cold water.

Gong Chenyu immersed his entire body, including his head, into the water without hesitation. The icy water seemed to dissipate the heat on his body a little.

Mr. Thirteen and the butler next to him were extremely anxious.

The housekeeper asked nervously, "Sir, is this cold water okay?"

Mr. Thirteen shook his head. "It may be able to alleviate the symptoms a little at the beginning, but I'm afraid that finding a woman will not be enough to relieve the poison later."

"Then what should we do? Young Master has not been close to women for these years, how could he suddenly lose his virginity? If we had known this, we should have told him three years ago that it was not some poison in his body, but an evil technique. He must not have sex with a man before the dragon vein awakens."

"What's the point of saying all this now? We have to find a way to get the young master through this hurdle as soon as possible."

After hearing what Mr. Thirteen said, the housekeeper hesitated and said, "Why don't we find a few girls for the young master?"

"This is the only best way right now, otherwise I'm really afraid that the young master will explode and die."

Mr. Thirteen looked solemn, "Go find her. Make sure she's a clean girl. Wait a minute..."

He turned around and looked at the housekeeper who was about to leave, as if he had made some kind of decision, "Find our own people from our other courtyard and tell them that their mission will be over after they are done."

The housekeeper's pupils shrank slightly, "Sir, what you mean is...they..."

"Could it be possible to ask the young master to take them in? The young master's status is special and not every woman can get involved with him."

The housekeeper looked hesitant. After all, all the servants and maids in the villa were carefully selected and trained by him. They had been together for a long time and had some feelings for each other. He really couldn't bear to see such an ending.

"Sir, give them some medicine to erase their memories of the young master and save their lives..."

"Old Yao, you are confused!"

Mr. Thirteen suddenly shouted, "The young master has a dragon vein in his body, and he is the only descendant of our dragon clan. The women he has touched can only be the matriarchs of the dragon clan. Do you think they can do it?

Even if we let them go today, Xueshan will know about this sooner or later, and they will still not be alive by then, and the entire Haitangzui will pay the price for hiding this matter. Have you ever thought about which is more important?"

The butler lowered his head and finally sighed, "I understand."

Then he hurriedly left the room.

Mr. Thirteen was standing by and adding cold water to the bathtub from time to time.

Gong Chenyu in the bathtub did not hear what the two of them said. All his mental strength was used to suppress the restlessness in his body.

And in space.

The dog stole a glance at his master and asked uncertainly: [Master, aren't you going to help King You? ]

Nan Mo frowned slightly, "Dog, why didn't you detect the evil technique that Mr. Thirteen mentioned when he scanned Gong Chenyu's body before?"

[Science cannot explain this kind of witchcraft, so how can it be detected by scanning? At that time, it was indeed found that there was a toxin suppressed in King You's body, but now it seems that it is only a toxin, because the composition of the toxin could not be analyzed afterwards. ]

The dog reminded again: [Master, it is not good for King You to stay in the cold water like this, why don’t you go...]

"The housekeeper has gone to find a woman for him, so why does he need me?"

Nan Mo said as she stood up and left.

The dog sniffed and felt that the air around him was sour.

When he noticed that his master had gone to the space library, he felt helpless and thought to himself: What a hypocritical woman, she is obviously worried to death but she still refuses to admit it.

Nan Mo, who was in the library, was looking through ancient books on witchcraft, trying to find a way to completely eliminate the evil magic in Gong Chenyu's body.

Gong Chenyu, who was soaking in the bathtub, suddenly stood up from the tub, his eyes bloodshot as if he could tear someone to pieces at any time.

Tearing off his wet clothes, the cold water was obviously no longer effective, and lustful desires were about to take over his reason.

He roared hoarsely, "Find a rope to tie me up, quickly!"

Mr. Thirteen also had a worried look on his face. "Young Master, the butler has gone to find someone who will soon be able to relieve the pain in your body..."

"Go away, this king doesn't need a woman."

"Little Lord……"

Gong Chenyu suddenly waved his hand vigorously, and a powerful internal energy directly sent Mr. Thirteen flying out.

The bedroom door also closed with a bang.

In the room, Gong Chenyu tore off the curtain beside the bed and tied himself to a chair.

Beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead, and his entire skin was red and looked very hot.

Below the abdomen.

It was burning hot and swollen, as if it was about to explode at any time.

I want to get rid of the charming image of Nan Mo in my mind, but deep down I long to be obsessed with her.

He called out the name "Mo'er" in a low voice over and over again, but he was afraid that Nan Mo would really appear and see him in such a miserable state.

He bit his lips tightly to prevent the word "Mo'er" from coming out of his mouth. He couldn't continue to desecrate her under the control of the evil technique.

He bit his lip so hard that blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.