"I thought they were buddies."
"Who knows..."
"It's that kind of relationship!"
"It's really pathetic." Fang Zheng nodded, his gaze showing pity:
"But why do I kind of want to laugh?"
"Go to hell!"
Wen Lei threw a pillow over:
"It's just as well you're not with Lu Qian. She's good in every way, but she never gets serious with n, always has a few boyfriends around."
"Probably scarred from growing up poor, now doing everything to make money."
"But you can't bla her. Lu Qian is much cleaner than so won. At least she makes the relationship clear before getting a boyfriend, with mutual consent and no real commitnt."
Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow.
That's why it felt weird back then.
We just chatted a bit and she wanted to buy things, though they weren't expensive, just so daily necessities, but the act was really irritating.
"Don't tell her I badmouthed her."
Wen Lei squinted her eyes, muttering:
"We're friends."
"Hicc..."
"We're friends too, all friends."
"Boss Wen." Fang Zheng turned his head, saying:
"You're drunk, you should rest."
Normally, Wen Lei would never say such things, perhaps she drank to the point of a blackout, and won't rember what she said tomorrow.
"Rest."
Wen Lei grinned:
"I can't sleep, can't sleep."
She reached out and furiously pulled at her hair, saying:
"I haven't slept well for a month. Fang Zheng, do you think I'm sick? Should I go to the hospital?"
?
Fang Zheng leaned over to look.
Indeed.
Despite her makeup, Wen Lei had obvious dark circles, was it from staying up late working overti to the point she couldn't rest properly?
Tsk tsk...
Damn capitalist.
"Here!"
Wen Lei sat up with a 'swoosh':
"Let's continue drinking."
"Wait a mont." Fang Zheng patted his sleeve:
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Entering the bathroom, Fang Zheng's expression turned serious as he pulled out a talisman paper and placed a few strands of Wen Lei's hair he had picked up earlier on it.
"Phew..."
Letting out a long breath, he relaxed his mind, pricking his fingertip to let blood flow onto the talisman paper.
Clutching the hair, talisman paper, and blood in his palm, he recited a spell:
"In four seasons and eight festivals, rising with prosperity; divine spirit unfostered, turning to sinister essence. In haziness and dimness, sleep and confusion reign. Swift as the decree!"
Mind Confusion Technique!
This was a magic he learned from the "Black Head God Descent Technique".
The "Black Head God Descent Technique" is a legacy magic from the Lu Mountain Wutou Sect. Although it only records so low-tier spells, it's enough for Fang Zheng to use.
Like the "Scripture of the Birth of the Ming Kings", this book also ca from the Demon Dao Qinggu.
Qinggu was a mber of the White Lotus Sect, but his teachings originated from the Lu Mountain Sect.
The Lu Mountain Sect's teachings contained many evil techniques, yet its roots were also in the Daoist Sect.
"Hmm?"
With a muffled groan, Fang Zheng's body swayed lightly.
As the spell was chanted, he felt a cold flow erging from his brow, infusing into the talisman paper, leaving him instantly lacking energy.
It was like pulling an all-nighter to finish a hundred test papers.
His body could bear it, but his spirit felt overwheld, everything before his eyes turned blurry.
Luckily, it passed in a mont, but Fang Zheng still felt a swelling in his temples.
These are the aftereffects of casting magic.
Only through visualization and secret arts can one enhance their spirit to repeatedly cast magic like Zhang Mingrui and Demoness Qingxia.
Looking down.
The talisman paper had turned to ash, and the long hair had shriveled, crumbling to dust with a gentle pinch.
"Did it work?"
With a slight shift in his gaze, Fang Zheng washed his hands and walked out.
Only to see Wen Lei, who had been extraordinarily energetic, now fast asleep on the bed, even drooling a little from the corner of her mouth.
"It really worked!"
Fang Zheng clenched his fists, unable to help quietly exclaiming.
The Mind Confusion Technique is an evil art from the Lu Mountain Wutou Sect, capable of making people faint and sleep, convenient for certain actions.
But he had no other intentions now, just a verification, and Wen Lei's ntal state wasn't right, sleep would actually do her so good.
"To think you look so gallant in usual tis, but asleep, not so graceful."
Shaking his head, Fang Zheng stepped forward to adjust Wen Lei's sleeping posture.
"Hmm!"
Pressing down on the quilt, the beautiful woman slept soundly before him, her clothes half undone, cheeks flushed, a faint fragrance wafting through.
Through the open neckline, two white mounds were visible.
Swaying gently.
"Gulp..."
Fang Zheng swallowed.
The sound of two people breathing was clear, just by lowering his head, he could touch that gentleness, his heart raced.
Damn!
"Evil Art!"
With a flip, Fang Zheng jumped off the bed, turned around, and silently recited the Heart Calming Spell, suppressing the rising fla within him after a long while.
......
Next day.
"Hmm..."
Wen Lei stretched, slowly opening her eyes.
Just regaining consciousness, she wasn't quite clear, staring vacantly at the ceiling before her body stiffened.
She touched herself, still in yesterday's clothes, with no discomfort, and breathed a sigh of relief.
She had been too careless!
Luckily...
No problems occurred.
She propped herself up and looked at Fang Zheng, who was admiring the view by the floor-to-ceiling window.
She originally wanted to tease him, but her expression froze.
But seeing the morning sun streaming through the window onto Fang Zheng, it was as if a thin veil draped over him, hazy and dreamy, intoxicating.
Fang Zheng wasn't particularly handso.
Yet his features were very striking, like a sculpture carved with chisels, especially in the past year, he had gained an air of steadiness.
No longer...
Such a jokester.
"You're awake."
Hearing the movent, Fang Zheng turned and looked over, smiling slightly:
"How did you sleep?"
Looking at Fang Zheng, Wen Lei suddenly felt her heart race, a blush forming on her face, pausing before realizing sothing was off:
"Right!"
"How did I fall asleep yesterday? I feel like I've never slept so well in my life, what... what happened?"
"You ask , who do I ask." Fang Zheng shrugged:
"I just went to the bathroom, and when I ca back, you were sleeping like a log."
"By the way."
He waved his phone:
"We were supposed to visit that kiln yesterday, but it looks like we can't today. Sothing urgent ca up at my shop, I need to head back."
The "Scripture of the Birth of the Ming Kings" soaked in the potion had finally shown a reaction.
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