With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

"Huff... Huff..."

I didn't expect you to be carrying a dagger.

The outline of the sheathed dagger was clearly perceived, and Yan Rouyun's tone was hazy, her eyes filled with doubt.

Her beautiful face, like a freshly peeled goose egg, was flushed with a charming blush. Her hands instinctively held Zhao Yao's waist and back tightly, preventing him from escaping. Urged on by the itch in her heart, she leaned forward and stretched her slender neck.

At some point, her desire to kill disappeared.

She seemed to have already been captivated by a subtle, tingling, and blissful pleasure.

As her face drew closer, Zhao Yao could almost feel the scorching heat beneath her smooth skin. He instinctively recoiled, his neck arching back and his body leaning backward, his face growing increasingly flushed.

He felt that things were fine at this point, that he could get through the effects of the medication, and that there was no need for anything to go any further.

He gritted his teeth and cursed at the female constable:

"Damn it! Don't move!"

"Haha~~ Now you know you regret it, right~"

Seeing Zhao Yao's seemingly exasperated appearance, Yan Rouyun beamed with pride, revealing a drunken dimpled smile, and her whole being became excited.

The dream brought the effects of the drug, and she was caught off guard, falling into it even earlier than Zhao Yao. Her mind was completely focused on locking onto the enemy and attacking, and she didn't realize that there was anything wrong with the two of them pressing their chests and abdomens closer together.

Following this fighting strategy, she used the Dragon Form Fist, twisting her waist and hips within the restraints, and began to accumulate power invisibly.

Because she still had some freedom of movement in her feet, Yan Rou's Yunlong-style fist technique was quite smooth in terms of power accumulation. Well, except that the dagger was constantly pressed against her waist and abdomen, and as she was accumulating power, it was rubbing against her, causing her skin to feel chafed, swollen, and hot.

Zhao Yao was struggling to restrain himself, but her stimulation caused him to feel a sudden surge of heat throughout his body, and his lustful desires welled up within him.

The dream environment rippled with the release of his desires, becoming increasingly eroded by the effects of the drug.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, he kept himself still and managed to endure it.

No, this won't do. I'll lose my temper sooner or later. I have to find a way...

His eyes were red and burning as he glared at Yan Rouyun, his nostrils practically spitting fire.

"Stupid woman!! Don't move!"

"I'm going to move anyway!"

Yan Rouyun's desire to fight and attack was stronger than ever before.

While twisting her waist and hips recklessly, gathering power invisibly, she stomped down with her foot, striking Zhao Yao's instep hard.

"Hiss~~"

Under Yan Rouyun's relentless blows, the intense pain of his arch almost breaking swept over Zhao Yao's entire body, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and gasp for breath. He also regained some of his rationality.

He lowered his head, looking at the woman's carefree joy in her smiling eyes, and feeling the increasing strength of her arms binding him, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

If this continues, I'll die again before the effects of the medicine wear off.

No, absolutely not...

Driven by this strong sense of crisis.

In the real world, in the canyon, Zhao Yao, in the dream world, shifted his attention and remotely controlled his physical body to open its eyes.

Zhao Yao stiffly pushed away the female constable who was lying on his breastplate, stood up with a limp, and began to walk slowly out of the canyon.

His pupils reflected the scenes and changes of the dream world; on the curved surface of his eyeballs, the increasingly absurd images were clearly visible:

Yan Rouyun tripped Zhao Yao with her foot, broke free from his embrace, straddled him, locked her legs around his waist, and swung her fists in a wheel-like motion, beating him relentlessly while laughing incessantly.

Zhao Yao's eyes were bloodshot as he cursed loudly, but Yan Rouyun exaggeratedly grabbed his tongue and put it in her mouth, pulling it out, only to find it slippery and slipping out of her hand.

As Zhao Yao in reality drifted further and further away from Yan Rouyun, the dream they shared began to flicker and become distorted.

The images appearing in Zhao Yao's eyes began to jump around and become disjointed:

After a while, Zhao Yao was nervously retreating, but Yan Rouyun was grinning and pressing forward step by step. She transformed into a striped tiger and pounced on him. Ignoring his disheveled clothes, she used her lock-locking technique on the ground inexhaustible, rolling around and hitting Zhao Yao so hard that tears streamed from his eyes and he was in great pain.

After a while, Zhao Yao, who was no match for Yan Rouyun, tried to forcefully push her away, but he was too attached to her and she kept pestering him.

For a moment, the two seemed to be intertwined. Even if they tried to separate for a moment, they were still connected and would be pulled back together by their intertwined bond.

The two of them, like a dragon entwined with a snake, constantly separating and reuniting, the flashing frequency of their battle increasing rapidly.

In the canyon, Zhao Yao, covered in jade armor, walked further and further away from Yan Rouyun, causing the dreamscape to thin and dissipate like mist.

Just when Zhao Yao thought he could successfully shatter the dream and get rid of Yan Rouyun in the next step...

As if in a dream, Yan Rou staggered to her feet and said in a halting voice:

"You can't escape."

The same dreamlike scene was reflected in her pupils.

She also used her spiritual body in the dream to remotely control her physical body.

"not good……"

Zhao Yao turned around stiffly and saw the female constable standing up. He turned back anxiously and continued to escape, still caught in the throes of the commotion.

Yan Rouyun's control over her body was clearly far superior to his.

She abandoned precise control over her upper body, focused her energy, and moved her legs rapidly in small, rapid steps, like a wobbly zombie taking tiny, quick steps, quickly catching up with Zhao Yao.

"Hey~, hey~, I caught you again..."

When Yan Rouyun approached Zhao Yao, her eyes glazed over, and she gave a hesitant smile.

She surrendered her body to instinct, activating the demonic blood within her. Instantly, her body became as soft as a dragon or snake, her fair skin breaking free from the constraints of her clothing. She applied Zhao Yao's medicine, wrapped it around his jade armor, and entwined herself around it.

"you……"

Seeing her change, Zhao Yao's eyes widened, and she pulled a lot of her attention back from the dream.

In the canyon, a snake-like creature slithers up and down the Jade Tree.

In the dream, everything stabilized again, and Zhao Yao, who was already at a disadvantage, had the initiative in the battle completely taken over by Yan Rouyun.

She broke through Zhao Yao's block and unleashed a full set of Dragon Form Fist with all her might.

Hammer, whip, fist, claw...

If she continues to do as she pleases, Zhao Yao will really be beaten to death again.

"In the end, it still came to this..."

Inside the canyon, Zhao Yao forced a bitter smile and silently recited in his mind:

"Collect the shattered jade."

As the jade armor retracted into his body, Yan Rouyun's smooth and supple body, which had been coiling around him like a snake, was now hanging directly on him without any obstruction.

As Zhao Yao unleashed his desires, the medicinal power rapidly permeated his dream, paving a smooth path without any further obstacles.

A strange fragrance arose out of nowhere, countless pink mists filled the dream, and peach petals fell from the sky.

Yan Rouyun felt a wave of tingling and numbness wash over her body.

She stopped her punches, touched her burning cheeks, caught a peach blossom petal, and felt an indescribable, intense longing and impulse welling up inside her, her eyes glazed over.

"What did you do to me?"

Zhao Yao's eyes were like mirrors, and he didn't say a word as the bruises on his body quickly subsided.

"Keep quiet, or we'll beat you until you talk!"

Yan Rouyun gritted her teeth and spoke harshly. Although she suddenly felt weak, she was still confident that she could subdue Zhao Yao.

She suddenly sprinted forward two steps, punching Zhao Yao in the face while her other hand quietly reached down and grabbed the dagger...

Rumble~

In an instant, the pink mist gathered into clouds, thunder descended from the sky, and the dream world suddenly became brightly lit.

Yan Rouyun gripped the dagger, her fist stopping just short of Zhao Yao's cheek, her body frozen in place.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Zhao Yao comforted her gently, took her fist away, and pulled her into his arms.

Their skin touched, and Yan Rouyun's stiff body softened, her iron-hard fists turning into soft, yielding fingers...