my stealth fighter

Chapter 133
After her body warmed up, Mei Yibai was no longer sleepy, and her spirit was refreshed.

Holding a cup of heated brandy, she went up to the second floor of the mansion and stood by the window, looking out at the bleak winter scenery outside.

"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"

She smiled and recited Shelley's famous lines.

This is not her motherland, she will return to her motherland one day, that hot, humid, sunny and smoggy motherland.

In the motherland, there will not be such a cold winter, and her transformed body should be like a fish in water in the motherland.

That day is not far away.

Before the first snow.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and someone walked over on the carpet.

She didn't turn around.

"Owner."

A deep male voice came.

Master... The people have been the masters of the country for so many years, and this is not on the bed. There were no candles and whips arranged at the scene. How could someone call others "Master"?
"what's up?"

She still didn't turn around, and accepted the title of "Master" with peace of mind.

"The lab is ready," the man said.

"I see." She took a sip of the brandy, the warm liquid flowed down her throat, and the alcohol burned in her belly, making her even more comfortable.

The man didn't leave, but stayed where he was, and said in a trembling voice, "Master... I can't take it anymore..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Mei Yibai's mouth, and he finally turned around holding the wine glass.

Behind her stood a middle-aged man in an English-style housekeeper's uniform, with shiny leather shoes, white gloves, a big backed head, good features, and a neatly trimmed beard under his nose.

He was handsome for his age, almost a celebrity.

However, what didn't match his gentle appearance and clothes was that his legs were shaking, as if he couldn't stand firmly, and he might collapse at any time.

The expression on his face is also very strange, his facial features are distorted from time to time, as if he is trying his best to fight against the discomfort of his body, and his forehead is full of sweat.

This kind of situation usually happens to some old smokers and old alcoholics who have a strong addiction to smoking and drinking for many years, and this man is still too young, even if he has been smoking and drinking since he was a child, how many years?
No one would believe that, in fact, this man is the real owner of this mansion, and he is a famous figure in this city, but when he kissed her for the first time, he has become her loyal dog, and he will never die again. Can't live without her.

In front of outsiders, he is still the young and promising entrepreneur, but when he returns home, he can only change into the housekeeper's clothes and act as a servant. Even his wife is reduced to a maid in this family.

Mei Yibai did not coerce him or his wife, never, they served her voluntarily, donated their family voluntarily, begged her to take over their family, even themselves, they committed themselves as slaves, and called her " Master", just want to stay by her side.

He and his wife haven't lived together for a long time, and they don't have any entertainment activities, because any activity that makes the body and mind happy is far inferior to Mei Yibai's poisonous snake kiss-it is no exaggeration, the difference in pleasure is as big as worlds apart.

Once you've tasted it, everything else falls flat.

They are willing to pay any price for her kiss, including their own lives, even asking them to sacrifice their own children, let alone a mere mansion.

Mei Yibai held the brandy, smiled alluringly, and hooked her little finger to him.

He walked towards her foolishly, like a moth that knows that it is about to be burned by flames but does not change its mind.

The bodies of the two were pressed together face to face.

"Give me...please give me..." He gasped.

If people who don't know the truth see the situation at this time, they must think that this dog man is cheating on his wife, and this luxurious living room is about to become a fort.

"Good job, this is your reward."

As her ears and temples rubbed together, she said softly, her red lips were so bright.

The man opened his mouth hungrily.

She kissed him.

Fangs pierced him, and poison from the South Asian cobra was injected into his body.

A cool fluid flowed from his tongue into his blood circulation.

In just ten seconds or so, the toxin has already reached the brain.

An inexplicable smile appeared on the man's face, as if he had seen heaven.

His body lost strength, and he slid slowly along the wall to sit on the ground, and then lay down on his side, his eyes were as bright as stars.

The hallucinations caused by cobra venom are different for everyone. No one knows what his eyes see except himself, and no one can understand his feelings except those who are also poisoned.

Mei Yibai looked at him indifferently.

Although it is a small amount of toxin that will not be fatal immediately, if it is injected into the body in this way for a long time, the damage to the body and brain will accumulate day by day. One day, he will die in incomparable joy and never wake up again. Told him ahead of time, but he didn't care.

After all, he was a well-known young and middle-aged entrepreneur in the local area, so his untimely death might raise doubts. If an autopsy is performed on him, an experienced forensic doctor should be able to detect the clues.

That day will also be the day she leaves from here and returns to her motherland, to the hot South Asian subcontinent, away from this cold ghost place.

Anyway, she has already earned enough money here, and she has nothing to miss here, as long as the rest of the experiment is completed.

The brandy in the glass was not finished.

Before heading to the basement for her experiments, she was willing to drink spirits to warm her body up a bit and clear her mind a bit.

The purple snake letter spit out from between her red lips, rolled up the remaining wine in the glass, and quickly retracted it into her mouth.

She squinted her eyes halfway, enjoying the taste of the high-end wine slightly drunk, then put down the glass, and walked straight to the door of the room regardless of the man who collapsed on the ground.

She seemed to be drunk, her face was flushed, and her steps were a little staggering. This posture was enough to make any man's heart flutter.

When she reached the door, she reached out to hold the door frame as if she was incapacitated by alcohol.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she threw the empty wine glass she was holding above her head.

Snapped!
The wine glass hit the roof, shattered, and shards flew in all directions.

Something moved on the originally empty ceiling.

A petite figure appeared out of thin air. She looked like a woman. She was covered in leather clothes and pants, and even her face and head were tightly covered by a leather mask. Only a pair of black eyes were exposed.

(End of this chapter)