Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

That person was already fast asleep and completely unaware of what was happening.

They curled up together, like a well-behaved drunken cat.

Very cute.

If Daojun didn't have a mission to complete, he probably wouldn't be able to resist the urge to "masturbate".

"Ugh, gulp—"

Su Qing mumbled a few words in her mouth.

half an hour.

He gave a wry smile and said.

"Ok."

"I really can't outdrink you, I lost."

"What a pity, I've never lost a bet like this before. So, Your Highness, what do you want me to do?"

The boy said.

They came closer.

He was probably a little drunk.

He was a little too rough with his movements and ended up leaning against Daojun's body.

He wrapped his arm around the goddess with her perfect beauty and smiled as he spoke.

"While I can probably do almost anything, I do have certain principles."

When the boy was speaking.

His breath sprayed onto Daojun's face.

Those eyes seemed to burn with raging flames, ready to spread like wildfire in an instant.

A mind as still as water, like the Daoist master.

I couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in my heart.

It was as if they had glimpsed something in the boy's eyes.

But only for a moment.

The boy returned to normal.

Well.

Daojun had a slight doubt.

Could it be that I was also slightly affected by the strong liquor?

It is not impossible.

Although this body is not hers, since the five senses are interconnected, it is normal for some of the senses to be transmitted to her main body.

Daojun lowered his eyes.

Long, thin eyelashes droop down.

She extended a finger and gently touched the boy's earlobe.

a bit.

Two times.

Even after drinking so much alcohol.

The fingers were also icy cold, making you unconsciously want to get closer.

It has a certain rhythm, as if it can touch people's hearts.

Su Qing's eyes darkened slightly.

His eyes suddenly turned dangerous.

"My Lady Goddess."

"You'd better be careful, I've been drinking now, so I'm not the gentleman I usually am."

"..."

Yeah.

She observed this place several times through her disciple's five senses.

I've discovered that this little guy isn't exactly a gentleman either, even towards his cold and distant disciple.

But that's all.

This is exactly the situation she wanted.

Dao Jun's eyes were filled with sorrow. (Nine) Wife's guilt III eyes were deep and dark.

Getting the boy drunk was certainly not her goal, nor could it even be one of her methods.

For experts.

Preserving this intoxication or getting rid of it is just a matter of a single thought.

At best, this situation can only serve as a starting point.

That's right!

Daojun's goal was naturally to control the boy and turn him into her most prized and perfect "creation".

Once the problem of the Great Dao dispute is resolved using this little guy, we will leave him in the Immortal Sect.

A thousand years of seclusion and arduous cultivation.

Although it was just a fleeting moment for the Daoist, after a long time, the sudden appearance of the mortal world inevitably evoked a sense of novelty.

Especially the boy in front of me.

So if you keep him by your side, it seems that you won't be bored during the long periods of cultivation in the future.

after all.

This little guy always manages to get things done in interesting ways.

Ok?

You say that the righteous path of immortals, as a Dao Lord, cannot do such a thing?

Seems to be.

but--

She's already fallen into demonic possession.

Two yin-yang fish flashed in his eyes.

A fleeting hint of wicked humor crossed my mind.

There are many ways to control a boy, but few are applicable to Su Qing.

Directly imprisoning someone in the mental realm is absolutely not feasible.

The little guy is Su Qingxian's younger brother, and Su Qingxian and Shi Shaluo have a close relationship.

Whenever I have any emotional outbursts.

Shakya would not stand idly by.

That will make things more difficult.

As for the rest, neither threats nor inducements seemed to have any effect on the boy in front of him.

According to Daojun's observation, this method is only really effective against others.

I've never seen this little guy afraid of anything, and what about profit?

Not to mention that.

The aura of treasure emanating from this little guy is vast and boundless.

Given the Su family's deep-rooted wealth, it's hard to imagine what benefits could possibly make a young man so devoted to following her.

then.

This is the last path left.

There is always a romantic and beautiful legend in the world: love.

Say yes.

Love can make people reckless and do things they would never normally do.

A major prerequisite for "love" is, of course, intimate contact.

What my disciple did before was just small-scale stuff.

According to the information Daojun secretly gathered, the current relationship between his disciple and the little guy is at most only slightly better than that of ordinary friends.

That being the case.

As her master, she naturally had to lend a hand.

natural.

Daojun would not place all his hopes on this vague and ethereal legend.

The immortal sect possesses a kind of nightmare technique.

It can amplify a desire without one even realizing it.

Possessiveness, love, and fluttering emotions.

Daojun understood it very well.

This little guy may seem to be surrounded by beautiful women, but he is actually very thoughtful and has never been blinded by emotions.

That being the case.

Perhaps this is one of his weaknesses.

As long as you create an opportunity, the Nightmare Spell can take effect.

Little by little, they took control of the boy.

Thinking.

Daojun's slender, fair fingers not only didn't retreat, but instead moved forward.

The needle slid slowly down the boy's earlobe, landing on the corner of his burning lips, and pressed it in a very ambiguous way.

Noticing that the light in the little guy's eyes had become even more dangerous, he casually moved his finger away, seemingly unconcerned.

When the boy frowned.

He reached out his hand again.

this time.

She took the initiative to wrap her arms around the boy's waist.

Su Qing lowered her eyes.

now.

In his eyes.

The usually aloof and cold goddess was flushed, her dark eyes gleaming with a glint of light.

The candlelight flickered.

It seemed as if a vortex had been created inside, capable of sucking in one's soul.

Oh?

Are you going to use this trick?

Su Qingwei exerted a little force.

Using that force, he slammed the goddess onto the table.