The Slave Control Spell, upon hearing this name, Chen Feng had a bad feeling.
And Di Meng had already slapped the Slave Control Spell fiercely onto Chen Feng's forehead.
Chen Feng shuddered all over and immediately sensed his Primordial Spirit being immobilized by the tiny Slave Control Spell in an instant.
Then, Chen Feng felt his entire body being unlawfully controlled.
"Turn around."
Di Meng spoke.
Her voice seemed to become Chen Feng's will, and he subconsciously turned around.
"Wicked."
Chen Feng's eyes were solemn. His consciousness was clear, but the Slave Control Spell made it impossible for him to control his own limbs.
"Tsk tsk, this figure is quite nice."
Di Meng approached and pinched Chen Feng's butt.
Chen Feng inhaled sharply and then felt extremely aggrieved.
"Little pet, lie down and massage my feet for me," Di Meng said with a smile.
