Just as Chen Yang's gaze was about to sink into a void, Xu Liang snapped her fingers.
Pop.
The moment the sound rang out, Chen Yang's head drooped, and his whole body softened as if he had fallen asleep.
"Hmph, lured by beauty and having drunk my Miluo Liquor, hypnotizing you is really a piece of cake,"
Xu Liang snorted coldly, grabbed the clothes beside her and put them on, wrapping her body tightly. Looking at Chen Yang, her eyes bore no trace of seduction, only endless murderous intent.
Pop.
She snapped her fingers again, and Chen Yang trembled slightly, lifting his head to look at Xu Liang. Although he seemed no different from usual, his eyes were lifeless, as if someone was controlling him.
Xu Liang, looking at Chen Yang, asked, "You are Chen Yang, you've been to Buman Island recently, right?"
"Yes."
Chen Yang replied mechanically, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Who was with you at the time?"
