67: Chapter 67 The Frog in the Well 67: Chapter 67 The Frog in the Well Upon grabbing the demon’s vital point, Wang Yan was also startled, his hands frozen in mid-air.
Although he had gotten hold of the vital point, he didn’t dare push forward.
Moreover, his inherent fear of demons caused Wang Yan to forget what to do next; his hands just held onto the vital point, motionless.
Seeing this, Ma Jun was completely stunned, and he couldn’t help but feel a deep admiration for Wang Yan, the boss.
Without saying anything else, just after a brief encounter, the beautiful cop had such intimate actions with Wang Yan, which was simply beyond what an ordinary man could achieve.
It was only when her chest was grabbed that Su Yamo reacted.
Her lips were against Wang Yan, her chest was held, and behind her was Ma Jun.
What on earth was she doing!
Su Yamo’s pretty face instantly turned red.
She exerted as much force as she could, and hurriedly stood up.
However, the electrifying feeling she had just experienced left her without any strength.
She just stood up, only to collapse again onto Wang Yan.
At that mont, Wang Yan was lying on the bed, his hands still raised in mid-air.
As Su Yamo fell, it seed like she aid perfectly, delivering the “vital point” of her chest into Wang Yan’s hands.
With a soft “thud,” Su Yamo’s voluptuous chest once again landed in Wang Yan’s hands, just perfectly, neither too big nor too small, just right.
“Ah—let go of !”
It was only now that Su Yamo rembered to shout, her body suspended in mid-air by Wang Yan, flailing and yelling.
At this mont, Wang Yan still didn’t understand what this demon in front of him wanted.
Suddenly, he heard Su Yamo telling him to let go, and Wang Yan hurriedly agreed and released his grip.
However, Su Yamo forgot that she was suspended in mid-air.
When Wang Yan let go, she fell once more, landing right on top of him.
Moreover, with her arms flailing earlier, she hadn’t prepared herself for the fall, causing her lips to once again press against Wang Yan’s face.
Su Yamo was shocked; although the “artificial respiration” earlier was awkward, at least Wang Yan’s eyes were closed.
Now his eyes were wide open, and she was still pressing against him.
Su Yamo quickly turned her head, trying to dodge Wang Yan’s face, but as she turned, her lips perfectly aligned with Wang Yan’s.
Su Yamo felt her lips beco wet, and a wave of masculine fragrance instantly swept into her nose.
Su Yamo’s eyes widened imdiately, looking at Wang Yan beneath her, while Wang Yan looked up at Su Yamo in bewildernt.
They stared at each other like this, and suddenly Su Yamo scread, pushing herself off Wang Yan, her face as red as a ripe apple, glanced at Wang Yan blankly, then turned and fled to the door, opened it, and ran away.
Watching Su Yamo depart, Wang Yan slowly sat up, feeling the faint fragrance and tingling sensation still lingering on his lips, and shook his head saying, “Demon, really a demon.
Only a few days down the mountain, and I’m already being tornted by these demons!”
Ma Jun ran excitedly to Wang Yan, asking with concern, “Boss, you’re awake?
It seems the officer’s artificial respiration worked effectively; I thought she did it wrong earlier.”
Wang Yan touched his lips and asked, “So this is called artificial respiration?”
Ma Jun nodded, but upon seeing Wang Yan’s pale complexion, he asked, “Boss, you don’t look well.
Shall I take you to the hospital?”
Wang Yan shook his head, saying, “No need, just now I expended too much of the Power of Demon Patterns to save her.
Ma Jun, lock the door and open the window.”
Although Ma Jun didn’t understand what Wang Yan was up to, or what this Power of Demon Patterns was, he imdiately locked the door and opened the window.
The bright moon hung in the night sky.
Threads of moonlight illuminated the room.
Wang Yan struggled to sit cross-legged on the bed, his eyes lightly closed, beginning to ditate.
Streams of moonlight continuously shone on Wang Yan, as if penetrating his entire body through his pores.
As the moonlight entered his body, Wang Yan’s complexion slowly beca rosy, and his breath returned to normal.
Ma Jun watched in amazent.
Ma Jun was a science enthusiast, believing strictly in scientific explanations, but this phenonon couldn’t be explained by science.
Wang Yan had been weak and fainting earlier, but suddenly recovered; this wasn’t sothing science could explain.
While Ma Jun was still in shock, two hours swiftly passed.
Wang Yan opened his eyes, and his gaze was sharp, his presence robust; gone was the weakness and bloodiness from earlier.
Seeing this, Ma Jun quickly asked, “Boss, are you completely recovered?”
Wang Yan smiled and nodded.
Ma Jun hurriedly asked, “What’s going on?
What did you do just now?
Why did I see the moonlight seemingly drilling into your body?”
Wang Yan smiled slightly and said, “Ma Jun, it’s a power beyond mortals called the Power of Demon Patterns.
By converting the moon’s power into the power of demon patterns, I can then strengthen my body.”
Because Ma Jun had risked his life to protect Wang Yan earlier, Wang Yan had already deed him, akin to the wolves in the mountains, as a brother for life and death.
Thus, Wang Yan revealed the secret of the demon patterns.
Upon hearing this, Ma Jun’s eyes sparkled with excitent and he said, “Boss, is there really a power beyond mortals in this world?”
Wang Yan nodded, lifted his shirt at the back, and said, “Look, this is my demon pattern, it’s the Wolf.
So, I can have abilities like a wolf.
But this is a secret, only you know.”
Ma Jun quickly nodded, saying, “I understand, Boss, I won’t tell.”
Then, Ma Jun asked expectantly, “Boss, can I have a demon pattern like you?”
Wang Yan replied, “My demon pattern was initiated by my ntor, and I’ve seen others with demon patterns in this world.
So, I believe I can find a way to initiate a demon pattern for you soday.”
Ma Jun said excitedly, “Thank you, Boss.”
Wang Yan patted Ma Jun’s shoulder and said, “No worries, even if I can’t initiate it, I’ll find my ntor.
He surely knows everything.”
Ma Jun asked, “Where is your ntor?”
Wang Yan shook his head and said, “I don’t know, my ntor is always like a Divine Dragon, appearing and disappearing mysteriously.
I don’t know where he is, or when he’ll return.”
As he spoke, a trace of nostalgia appeared on Wang Yan’s face, and he said, “My ntor raised since I was little.
I haven’t t my father or mother.
In my heart, my ntor is like my father, and I believe he can do anything.
But my ntor told that my father is ten thousand tis stronger than him.
If I want to et my father, I must strive to stand at the summit of the world.”
Ma Jun also revealed a look of yearning in his eyes, saying, “To stand at the summit of the world to et one’s father, Boss, your father must be truly impressive.”
Wang Yan smiled and said, “I don’t know, but I’m looking forward to it.”
After chatting for a while, Ma Jun asked, “By the way, Boss, who left that police flower in our dormitory?
What do they want to do?”
Upon hearing this, a cold smile appeared on Wang Yan’s face, and he said, “If I’m not mistaken, it must have been done by Mr.
Hua and his gang.”
Ma Jun’s complexion turned cold, and he said, “What?
Do they dare to provoke you?”
Wang Yan laughed and said, “I believe Mr.
Hua doesn’t have that capability, soone must be backing him up.
Earlier, I was weak and let Mr.
Hua go, but now it’s ti for to uncover the truth.
Ma Jun, you rest first, I’m going out.”
With that, Wang Yan walked to the window, leapt, and jumped out of it.
Ma Jun was shocked and hurriedly ran to the window.
From the window, he saw Wang Yan had already turned into a shadow, leaping onto the roof.
Under the round moon shining like a silver disc, he kept jumping across the roof, and within monts turned into a black dot, disappearing.
Ma Jun’s eyes showed a look of envy, thinking: Hopefully, one day, I can also initiate demon patterns and beco a heroic figure like the Boss.
anwhile, at the Cyan Snake Gang.
Mr.
Hua and his gang returned into the bamboo forest, kneeling in front of a bamboo hut.
It was the dead of night, all sounds were silent, only the gentle breeze blew through the bamboo leaves, making rustling sounds, occasionally accompanied by the screech of an owl in the night sky.
Mr.
Hua’s gang trembled, their faces pale, tremblingly recounting the process just now.
The door to the bamboo hut was open, bright moonlight spilled into the room, and a huge python coiled on the ground, constantly flicking its pointed tongue, while the Snake Soul lay atop the giant python.
After the gang finished their recounting, Snake Soul remained lying there, silent.
The silence intensified the fear.
The growing dread slowly spread throughout Mr.
Hua’s gang, who kept swallowing and broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads.
The night breeze blew, drying the cold sweat, making the gang feel a chill penetrating their bodies, shivering involuntarily.
It was unclear how much ti passed before Mr.
Hua’s gang felt as if they had turned into icicles.
Just then, Snake Soul sat up from the python’s back, coldly staring at the gang, and his raspy voice echoed, tearing through the quiet night sky.
“You say my poison was neutralized?”
Mr.
Hua’s gang hurriedly nodded vigorously.
“Hahaha—” Snake Soul laughed sharply and piercingly, startling several birds in the bamboo garden to flap their wings and screech, flying away into the distance.
As the laughter ceased, Snake Soul coldly said, “Impossible!
No one in this world can neutralize my snake poison.”
Just then, a disdainful voice ca from outside the bamboo forest saying, “An ancient saying goes: a frog in a well cannot be talked to about the sea—truly a short-sighted person.”
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