Ye Junlang walked to the door, stretched out his hand and opened the door.

A familiar faint fragrance came. When he looked at it, he saw that the beautiful Wangyue Chunxiang standing outside the door was the beautiful face. The slight redness left after drinking was on his white face, his eyes were like water, and there was a sultry tenderness inside. He was looking at Ye Junlang with a confused look.

Ye Junlang seemed to be stunned, feeling like he was petrified and woody, which seemed unbelievable, and he didn't respond for a long time.

Wangyue Chunxiang chuckled and whispered: "Mr. Ye, can you keep letting me stand at the door?"

Ye Junlang then came to his senses "afterwards" and hurriedly said, "Wang, Miss Wangyue, why are you here... Please, please come in."

As he said that, Ye Junlang turned sideways and let Wangyue Chunxiang walk in.

"Don't you welcome me?" Wangyue Chunxiang asked with a smile.

Ye Junlang closed the door and said with a smile: "What, why, I must be very welcome. But you see, I'm in a mess here, and I haven't had time to clean up..."

"There is no need to be cleaned up. Even if it is cleaned up, it will still be back in a mess later, right?" Wangyue Chunxiang smiled and said meaningfully.

Ye Junlang was stunned for a moment and asked, "What does it mean?"

"That's what it means!"

Wangyue Chunxiang spoke, and she suddenly fell into Ye Junlang's arms. Her sexy cherry lips seemed to kiss Ye Junlang impatiently.

Ye Junlang was really stunned for a moment. He was surprised that Wangyue Chunxiang came here.

What does this woman mean?

*?

As a qualified wolf, there is no reason not to eat the meat that comes to your door.

Immediately, Ye Junlang opened his mouth and sucked, reached out to hug Wangyue Chunxiang's slender waist, then slid his hands down and grabbed it hard. Then the two dragon graspers went up the rock climbing peak, pressing accurately on the proudly standing peak.

Ye Junlang's behavior seemed very impatient, but the more this happened, the more normal it seemed and the more common sense it was.

Although he knew that this woman had bad intentions, Ye Junlang had to praise her that this woman was really well-known, and her figure was extremely attractive, and her touch was very good under her elasticity.

After a closer look, the pride of the spring fragrance in the moon was kneaded into various shapes, sometimes round and sometimes flat, and it was not the same.

At this moment, Ye Junlang keenly sensed a ray of abnormal fragrance that was different from the fragrance of Wangyue Chunxiang's body penetrated into his nostrils, which made his eyes narrow slightly.

This woman has begun to use her means.

After various special trainings, Ye Junlang also showed an immunity to the drug. He estimated that it should be related to being carried by Old Man Ye in a medicine barrel since he was a child.

In addition, after * special training, it can be said that most * in this world have no effect on him.

But after Ye Junlang's identification, this strange fragrance is not a simple scent, and naturally it is not a toxic gas. It is actually an extremely special one among scents - illusion!

Simply put, if ordinary people inhaling this illusion, they will be mentally disorganized, and will have the illusion of vision and auditory hallucination, and even more, their mind will be controlled.

However, in order to effectively control the spirit of the person who inhales the illusion, one method must be used - illusion!

Just then, Ye Junlang had untied the ribbon of the long skirt on Wangyuechunxiang's shoulders. As the long skirt slipped down, a vivid and fragrant snow-white body appeared. Under the light, it looked even more white and tender, exuding a fatal temptation.

"Mr. Ye, I will give you Duan Lawu first to help you with fun!"

Wangyue Chunxiang suddenly laughed. She gently pushed Ye Junlang away, then twisted her waist and began to dance.

At that moment, every part of her body seemed to be twisting, like a beautiful snake twisting her body and dancing, emitting a primitive and beautiful fatal temptation.

Such a dance is dazzling. Combined with inhaling the illusion, it will make people's spirit confused in an instant, and they will involuntarily follow this dance, making their own spirit completely affected by this woman.

This is not a dance in the ordinary sense, but a kind of illusion.

"The Divine Thought School? I really didn't expect that this woman was actually a member of the Divine Thought School, but she gave me a big surprise."

Ye Junlang thought to himself.

On the surface, Ye Junlang had an already obsessed expression, stunned, his eyes were dull, and the focus of his eyes fell on Wangyue Chunxiang. It seemed that his own spiritual will was completely uncontrollable and was completely dominated by Wangyue Chunxiang.

In fact, Ye Junlang was very clear-headed, all of this was just a layer of disguise he pretended to be.

Among the many schools in Japan, the Divine Thought School is the most mysterious and difficult school, and it is one of the three major schools in Japan, along with the Shinto River.

The terrifying thing about this genre is that it masters the method of illusion.

There are many kinds of illusions, including psychedelic illusions that control the spiritual level of others, as well as combat illusions that act on combat, etc.

At this moment, what Wangyue Chunxiang used was a psychedelic illusion.

Wangyue Chunxiang has been paying attention to Ye Junlang's expression. Seeing Ye Junlang's eyes becoming empty and only turning with her dancing. Seeing Ye Junlang's face stiff and expressionless, she showed a satisfactory smile and asked, "Is it good-looking?"

"It looks good!" Ye Junlang answered in a stiff tone.

"Do you like it?"

"like!"

"Are you a dragon head?" Wangyue Chunxiang asked coldly.

"I am Ye Junlang."

"Where are you from?"

"I am from Mentougou Village, Yashan, Nan Province."

"What job are you doing?"

"I am an employee of the Foreign Trade Department of China Dongba E-commerce Group."

"No, you are lying. Your identity is the Dragon Head. Are you trying to come to Tokyo? "

"I am Ye Junlang."

"What is your purpose in Tokyo?"

"I came to Tokyo with Minister Fang to discuss cooperation business. I like Tokyo, I like Teacher Cang, I like Miss Wangyue, I like Princess Tamakawa..."

Cross-examinations again and again, answering unconsciously and stiffly over and over again.

"Take me your phone and turn it on." said Haruka Wangyue.

Ye Junlang took out his phone, opened it and handed it to Wangyue Chunxiang.

Shunka Wangyue looked through and checked the call records, information, etc., but she didn't see any suspicious places.

Wangyue Chunxiang's eyes turned and saw a laptop on the desktop. She immediately asked Ye Junlang to walk over and turn on the computer. She checked the files stored in the hard drive in the computer. With her trained Chinese language skills, what she saw was that the computer hard drive contained some documents and information about the company, and there was nothing suspicious about it.

Judging from these evidences, Ye Junlang is really just an ordinary employee and has no special identity.

Wangyue Chunxiang was still very confident about her illusion. She firmly believed that Ye Junlang's spiritual consciousness had been controlled by her at this time. When she lost her sense of self, what she asked Ye Junlang what she answered was all about.

"Go and lie down on the bed." said Haruka Wangyue.

Ye Junlang really walked towards the bed and fell straight on the bed.

Chunxiang Wangyue picked up the long skirt that had fallen on the ground and dressed her back to Ye Junlang. She took out her cell phone and called out. After the other party answered, she said, "Young master, this Ye Junlang is just an ordinary employee. I have tested that he was hit by an illusion, and he answered whatever he asked, and there was no abnormality."

"Okay, I understand. It seems that I was over-concerned." A cold and indifferent voice came from the phone.

Haruka Wangyue then hung up the phone and was about to pull up the shoulder straps of her skirt.

She didn't notice that Ye Junlang, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and then Ye Junlang's body moved suddenly, jumped up from the bed, and rushed straight to the moon and Chunxiang.

When Wangyue Chunxiang noticed something was abnormal, Ye Junlang's palm knife had cut across her neck.
Chapter completed!