There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

She gripped Jiang Mo's face tightly with her ten fingers, refusing to let go.

The cheeks that were originally firm and thin were slightly sunken under Yan Lingji's fingers, and were slightly deformed as the other party subconsciously rubbed them.

"Cough, I'm not injured, I was just a little distracted."

To see such a gaze in the eyes of the girl he admires is such a blissful thing. Even though his face was pinched a little sore by Yan Lingji, who was flustered by concern, Jiang Mo still thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere at that moment.

However, he still coughed lightly and tilted his head back, trying to create some distance.

Because not far away, Wei Zhuang was coldly watching Jiang Mo.

Whether they were ghost soldiers or flocks of crows, they were all wiped out in an instant after the black crows fled in a sorry state.

Even without enemies, Wei Zhuang still did not sheath his sword.

With his hands resting on the hilt of the Shark Tooth Sword, Wei Zhuang stood straight in the rain, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his expression as cold as the sword in his hand.

They were clearly waiting for Jiang Mo to give an explanation for what had just happened.

With such an icy figure staring at him, even with a beauty right in front of him, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel strange. He decided to put Feng Yu You Ling into his pocket and deal with the important matter first.

If Yan Lingji wants to see it, she'll have plenty of time when she gets back.

But she wouldn't allow it!

Jiang Mo had clearly signaled to Yan Lingji and Wei Zhuang to stand aside with his eyes, but when he tried to tilt his head back to break free from her grasp and retreat, Yan Lingji immediately stepped forward without hesitation.

And they're pressing even tighter and getting even closer than before!

So much so that the little distance between the two of them disappeared, and Jiang Mo's hand, which was holding Feng Yuyouling and trying to put it into his arms, unexpectedly bumped into a soft mass.

Yan Lingji was not dressed in her usual attire at this moment.

After the entire city of Xinzheng was thrown into panic by her fire, Ji Wuye naturally imposed a citywide curfew and searched for suspicious persons day and night.

Under such circumstances, he could only hide in Zilan Pavilion and not go out.

There was no way to find a tailor shop to make two suitable outfits for Yan Lingji, and the clothes she was wearing were borrowed from Zi Lan Xuan.

The clothes here...

The style is undeniably bold, always so light and thin that it seems almost nonexistent. It's truly artistic!

At least in terms of the tactile sensation in my hands, there was nothing obstructing it.

In a daze, Jiang Mo couldn't help but recall the cotton candy he ate as a child, which was big, white, and soft, just like a white cloud plucked from the sky.

A light touch with a finger will cause a slight indentation.

With a little effort, bursts of white waves will surge up before your eyes.

It's not just cotton candy, it's freshly baked cotton candy, still piping hot, and a tempting sweet aroma wafts into your nostrils with just a gentle sniff.

It makes one's mouth water.

Perhaps not expecting that Jiang Mo's words, though seemingly serious, were so bold, Yan Lingji's delicate body visibly trembled slightly.

But she made no move to avoid it.

Instead, she moved even closer to Jiang Mo without restraint, letting the softness in front of her deform in his hands. Her light blue eyes were misty and hazy, as if there were ripples in them.

Her already gentle voice was now even more captivating:

Why be so hypocritical? Are you really so resistant to sinking into this mess with me?

Her ethereal voice carried a hint of provocation.

Her alluring face was adorned with a heartbreakingly pitiful expression, making it impossible for anyone to utter a single word of "no."

Jiang Mo didn't know if Yan Lingji was acting.

Seeing the other person's current appearance, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart, and a sense of guilt welled up inside him.

"Brother Wei Zhuang is still watching from the side..."

Without any further struggle, Jiang Mo simply spoke in a low voice, reminding Yan Lingji that there was still someone like a third wheel standing behind her.

Yan Lingji glanced sideways at Wei Zhuang.

Unlike women from the Central Plains who were overly concerned with propriety and shame, she was unwilling to let other men see her body casually, especially after hearing Jiang Mo repeatedly emphasize this, she naturally took into account his feelings and thoughts.

Then, Yan Lingji lightly pinched with her jade fingers.

The invisible high temperature range that had been surrounding her suddenly expanded, pulling Jiang Mo in front of her as well.

The rising white steam also spread out along with it.

The churning clouds transformed into small patches of misty waves, enveloping the two and shielding them from outside gazes.

"Now, we can do whatever we want!"

Yan Lingji chuckled softly, pinching Jiang Mo's cheek with her fingers, forcing him to look directly at her with no way to avoid her gaze, a hint of fire flickering in her light blue eyes.

What you're doing is no different from burying your head in the sand.

The key question is whether Wei Zhuang can see it or not? Even if he can't, with his sensory abilities, he can tell what they're doing inside just from their breathing, heartbeat, and the sound of clothes rustling!

This guy is a total straight man.

Even if you've never eaten pork, haven't you at least seen a pig run?

Having spent so much time in the Purple Orchid Pavilion, Wei Zhuang must have become intimately familiar with matters between men and women.

What good can this little bit of fog do?

This was the thought that subconsciously surfaced in Jiang Mo's mind as he was pulled into the mist by Yan Lingji. As a rational, clear-headed person with normal values, staging a live sex show was still a bit too stimulating for him.

In fact, Jiang Mo's idea was wrong.

Yan Lingji's act of pulling him into the mist, which was like burying her head in the sand, could not be said to be completely ineffective.

She successfully cleared Jiang Mo's vision.

The billowing mist and vapor did not originate from Yan Lingji herself, but rather from the strange phenomenon formed after the pouring rain was evaporated by the high temperature.

Its effect of concealing one's figure and blocking the view is only effective against external forces, not against internal ones.

As a result, Jiang Mo was also drawn into the area enveloped by the high temperature, and his vision was no longer affected by the surrounding moisture, allowing him to see the person in front of him clearly.

With just one glance, Jiang Mo understood why the touch on his hand earlier was so soft and wonderful.

I wonder how Yan Ling Ji chose her clothes.

The gauze robe draped over Yan Lingji was clearly a specially made garment used by the girls of Zilan Pavilion to entertain guests. Light and silky, it was almost like the robes often seen in works of art. Even when worn normally, it would occasionally slip down her delicate skin, offering a glimpse of spring to the world.

The gauze dress itself was a seductive crimson color, and when it was draped over the body, it added a touch of spring-like allure to the faintly visible fair skin.

Needless to say, both of them were in the midst of a storm at that moment.

High temperatures and humidity are not contradictory; on the contrary, the air is often drier in the cold winter.

The weather was stormy and the air was already very humid. After Yan Lingji used her high temperature to evaporate the rainwater around her, the humidity level skyrocketed.

Affected by the rising steam, the already thin gauze dress was now completely soaked.

It clung tightly to Yan Lingji's flawless, alabaster skin, not only outlining the exquisite curves of her body without reservation, but also revealing the undergarments she wore underneath.

A ribbon is tied around the waist of the bellyband, and the blooming roses are as red as blood.

Perhaps Yan Lingji wasn't used to wearing it, because her close-fitting undergarment couldn't completely conceal her towering, jade-like breasts. Her trembling figure made it seem as if they might burst out at any moment.

Wet and wild temptation, utterly and completely wet and wild temptation.

Even among the many visually stunning and alluring displays, this is quite impressive. It possesses both the allure of a woman partially veiled and the captivating charm of a natural beauty emerging from the water, far more alluring than simply being naked.

Even Jiang Mo, who had seen Yan Lingji's body before, couldn't take his eyes off her at this moment.

It's not that I can't, but that I'm unwilling.

There was absolutely no need for witchcraft or spells; Yan Lingji simply stood there, and she successfully achieved hard control over Jiang Mo.

By the time the latter realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

Like flames igniting in the deep, dark seabed, tiny glimmers of light gradually emerged from the depths of Yan Lingji's light blue eyes and were reflected in Jiang Mo's eyes.

It caused his consciousness to momentarily become disoriented and uncontrollable.

In an instant, all sorts of past events flashed before Jiang Mo's eyes like a revolving lantern, and the tide of memories surged in, almost overwhelming him in an instant.

There are treacherous lands teeming with poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, and the Fire Rain Manor, a treasure trove...

There is a woman whose dance is breathtaking, and a god of death clad in blood...

Some memories are unforgettable, while others are things we've never met.

As Jiang Mo's consciousness became uncontrollably hazy, his previously dormant book of the past suddenly unfolded, instantly taking in all the scenes within it.

The torrent of information that had overwhelmed Jiang Mo's mind vanished in an instant.

Before he could fully process the scenes that had just flashed before his eyes, a soft, muffled groan reached his ears.

Her once rosy complexion turned deathly pale, Yan Lingji's eyes were lifeless, and her delicate body was about to collapse to the ground.

This silly girl!

Just now you used the Fire Charm Technique to try and probe my mind, but you ended up suffering a backlash?

In an instant, Jiang Mo guessed the general idea.

As the saying goes, "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

This phrase is extremely apt for describing mind-controlling techniques like Fire Charm that probe or manipulate the minds of others.

It's like two computers establishing a link.

Even if you have the upper hand, it's difficult to avoid your system being hacked.

When you interfere with someone else's mind, your own mind will inevitably be affected. This can be said to be the flaw that no amount of spiritual magic can eradicate.

In the original anime, Yan Lingji once attempted to use her fire charm to probe Bai Yifei's heart, but instead, she was led by him to bring out memories that were suppressed deep within her heart.

A similar thing happened just now.

However, none of this was Jiang Mo's intention. He was already unprepared for Yan Lingji, and his attention was almost entirely focused on his palms, so he was caught off guard by Yan Lingji's Fire Charm Technique.

As a result, Yan Lingji alerted the Book of the Past and suffered a severe backlash.

It has to be said that when it comes to courting death, Yan Lingji, who dares to breathe on any opponent, is truly quite skilled.