Shen Lixue was startled. Sure enough, there was an aphrodisiac in the mist. She took a deep breath and quickened her pace. As she moved faster, her blood flowed faster, and her body became even hotter. Her legs gradually became weak and she could no longer walk. She had to lean against a big tree to rest.
Behind him, Dongfang Zhan tried his best to control the heat in his body and keep his mind clear as he walked forward. Suddenly, he saw Shen Lixue leaning against a tree to rest. She looked languid, her eyes were dreamy, her rosy face was alluring, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.
He unconsciously moved closer to her. The fresh fragrance emanating from her was elegant and intoxicating, like the mellow and fragrant Shaoxing wine, which one could savor and appreciate for a long time.
Dongfang Zhan was startled. All his clear-headed rationality vanished in that slight smile, and the intense heat he had been trying so hard to control instantly broke through the barrier and spread throughout his body.
He strode forward, grabbed Shen Lixue's small waist, and leaned down to kiss her cherry-red, alluring lips.
The pale white environment was hazy and dreamlike, like a fairyland, so beautiful it was intoxicating. In her dazed state, Shen Lixue felt her waist being tightly bound. Unlike Dongfang Heng's warm and spring-like touch, there was an unusual coldness that traveled from his palm to her waist.
She was startled and suddenly opened her eyes wide, meeting Dongfang Zhan's gaze directly. His eyes were as deep as the dark night sky, capable of absorbing and encompassing everything. The light shining deep within his eyes was like the dazzling stars, captivating and mesmerizing.
He is Dongfang Zhan, not Dongfang Heng!
Shen Lixue's hazy thoughts instantly cleared. Looking at his thin lips so close to hers, she didn't think twice and slapped Dongfang Zhan with her backhand. At the same time, she turned around and cleverly broke free from his embrace.
A sharp, gust of wind, carrying a strong killing intent, rushed towards him. Dongfang Zhan, who was immersed in the heat, suddenly awoke. He flashed and leaped backward. The dagger grazed his clothes, and a strand of black hair flew into the air before gently falling to the ground.
As the passion cooled, Dongfang Zhan suddenly came to his senses. He frowned almost imperceptibly, quickly concealing the shock in his eyes. He reached out and gently pressed his temples to suppress the surging heat within him.
"If there's a next time, the dagger will behead you!" Shen Lixue took a few steps back, glaring coldly at Dongfang Zhan. Fortunately, she woke up in time; otherwise, she would have been taken advantage of and made a grave mistake.
"Sorry, it was the mist that was intoxicating!" Dongfang Zhan said lightly, rubbing his forehead.
Shen Lixue didn't say anything more. She glared at Dongfang Zhan, turned around and walked forward. After taking a few steps, her head felt dizzy again, and waves of heat rose up in her body. Her legs also began to feel weak.
We can't be fooled any longer, or something bad will happen sooner or later.
With a gritted clenched tooth, Shen Lixue took out two silver needles and stabbed them hard into her fingers. Beads of blood seeped out, and a sharp pain spread from her fingertips. Her confused mind instantly cleared, her snowy eyes narrowed, and she strode forward.
Dongfang Zhan stood to the side, taking in Shen Lixue's every move. He frowned. To stay awake and prevent him from touching her, she had actually stabbed herself. Did she love Dongfang Heng that much that she would use such a method to protect herself from him? The pain in her fingers was excruciating, something not everyone could endure...
Shen Lixue's slender figure had already walked far away and was about to disappear into the white mist.
Dongfang Zhan stared intently at her, then flicked his sleeve and quickly followed.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Heng and Li Youlan also fell into a daze.
"Hmm, it's so hot!" Li Youlan was knowledgeable about poisons and also sensed the allure within the black mist, but she couldn't figure out a way to break free. The Black Mist Mountain was too strange for her to handle.
Walking beside her was Prince An, the God of War of Qingyan, the most outstanding man in the entire Qingyan, even more outstanding than her cousin Dongfang Zhan. Li Youlan had admired him for a long time.
Dongfang Heng glanced coldly at Li Youlan, whose face was flushed, quickened his pace, and walked straight ahead. Black Mist Mountain was not a place she should be. Dongfang Zhan brought her here, but he himself disappeared.
"Prince An, I'm so hot!" Li Youlan's voice was soft, sweet, and alluring. Her small hands unconsciously and haphazardly tore open her clothes. She was hot, very hot.
Dongfang Heng remained unmoved, his gaze cold and unwavering as he strode forward.
"Heng!" A soft, delicate voice escaped from her lips.
Dongfang Heng abruptly stopped, his icy gaze like a sharp sword, coldly shooting towards Li Youlan: "Shut up, you are not allowed to call me by my name!"
Li Youlan stumbled and bumped into Dongfang Heng. Through her blurry vision, she saw a woman with a bright face and a cold, cunning gaze. Dongfang Heng recognized her every move and thought to himself, "Li Xue! They clearly got separated, how could she be here?"
"Heng!" The woman's alluring voice was captivating. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Dongfang Heng's neck, her cherry lips also pressing against his.
The woman's fragrance wafted through the air; it was very sweet and faint, but it wasn't the scent of Shen Lixue.
Dongfang Heng's gaze sharpened, and he slapped Li Youlan on the back of the neck. She groaned and her slender body slumped to the ground.
He rubbed his temples hard, closed his eyes, and saw Li Youlan lying on the ground, her clothes disheveled, but there was no sign of Shen Lixue.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the mist surrounding Shen Lixue had completely dissipated, and the golden sunlight shone warmly in the eastern sky, creating an indescribably comfortable atmosphere.
Shen Lixue frowned. She had actually walked all night. It seemed that the Black Mist Mountain would be shrouded in black mist at night, but the sun would shine during the day, which would dispel the black mist and there wouldn't be too much danger.
"Princess!" Zi Mo and the guards from the Holy King's Mansion arrived one after the other.
"Your Highness!" The surviving guards from the Zhan Prince's mansion also arrived.
"The Prince hasn't arrived yet!" Zi Mo looked around but couldn't see Dongfang Heng.
"Miss Li has also disappeared without a trace!"
The guards of the Prince Zhan's mansion spoke in hushed tones, their eyes flickering. It wasn't that they were being paranoid; they had all experienced the black fog and knew its effects very well. They weren't with the woman, so nothing like that could happen between them.
But Prince An and Li Youlan were a real man and a woman. How could they not have something happen in such a strong fog of infatuation?
Chapter 149: The Scramble for the Cold Stone Flower
Everyone turned to look, and in the golden sunlight, the outline of a person gradually appeared. A white robe fluttered in the wind, and a sharp, chilling aura was deep and restrained. His handsome face was tinged with frost, and his obsidian-like eyes were as vast as the sea, unfathomable.
It was none other than Prince An, Dongfang Heng!
Upon seeing who it was, the crowd's hearts did not settle down, but instead became even more anxious. They scrutinized him closely. His jade-like fingers were wrapped in a layer of white cloth, slightly clenched, as if he were carrying something. As he approached, a piece of white silk was revealed, the other end of which was tied to a pair of feet. The feet belonged to Li Youlan.
Li Youlan's eyes were closed, her clothes were somewhat disheveled, and her long black hair was scattered on the ground. She walked slowly forward as Dongfang Heng moved.
Everyone's eyes widened instantly. Prince An had dragged Li Youlan all the way over backwards. This was too...cold-blooded.
Upon seeing Dongfang Zhan, Dongfang Heng tossed Li Youlan over and said coldly, "If you can't take care of your own people, don't bring her out again next time!"
Dongfang Zhan's gaze deepened as he reached out and caught Li Youlan. Her outer clothes were disheveled, but her inner clothes were intact. Her face was somewhat pale, and her black hair was covered with a layer of dust. The clothes on her back were not torn. Dongfang Heng had used a special method to drag her.
Looking down at the white silk ribbon around her ankle, Dongfang Heng frowned. Even when saving someone, he wouldn't touch her, instead dragging her away with a white silk ribbon.
"Li Xue, are you alright?" Dongfang Heng stepped forward, gazing deeply at Shen Li Xue. His jade-like fingers tightly grasped her small hand, his deep gaze unwavering. After a night apart, he had finally seen her again. Before leaving Black Mist Mountain, he would never let go of her hand again.