The petals were painted a deep red color and increased their speed.
Tang Yin could not even react when a large number of petals of one of the most powerful spiritual weapons for assassination hit him.
Yet, strangely, he felt no pain.
These petals did not hit his body but hit his clothes, binding him firmly to the ground as if he had been stitched.
The smile on Jia Yijie's face shone at that instant, revealing her beautiful fangs and a strange look emerged on her face...
Tang Yin knew this look very well.
It was not a murderous look, nor one that sought blood...
Rather, it was a look of extreme lust. This painted Jia Yijie's beautiful face a light, rosy color as her flushed cheeks moved closer to Tang Yin's lips.
