Hu~
A puff of smoke billowed out from Chen Xinmi's dark red lips, rolling in midair, growing larger and larger, quickly enshrouding the entire laboratory.
At the same time, the water in the bathtub began to boil.
"Mmm~"
Lin An let out a muffled groan, feeling as though countless hands were stretching out from the candlelight and flames, pulling him into a flat pancake.
The hands all looked so slender and fair, their nails covered in black nail polish.
They were unmistakably Chen Xinmi's hands.
Witchcraft is merely a seed; after studying witchcraft, the effects vary from person to person due to individual differences in the soul.
Lin An was acutely aware of this, and even in his discomfort, he maintained the use of 'Sky-Scanning Eyes' to observe every detail of the ritual magic's process.
And he manipulated his spiritual energy to assist his memory.
