Evil Phoenix Rebirth: Emperor Zun, God-defying Favorite

Chapter 6 Charm the common people?
After a few seconds of hesitation, Mandala's burning desire made her immediately refute her sixth sense, and decided to take the risk and put the enchanting man to sleep first.

Stepping towards the peerless monstrous man, Mandala glanced at the green bamboo house behind him, inexplicably wondering that the green bamboo house seemed to have been built not long ago.

Ignoring the issue of the bamboo house, standing close in front of the enchanting man, blinking slightly, Mandala looked at the face in front of him who was indignant with both humans and gods. She, who has always done whatever she wanted, was a little more serious for the first time.

If such an evildoer knew that he was using him as an antidote, how would this man, who seemed to rule the world, immaculate, cold and charming, think about it?
A cloudy impulse flashed through his consciousness, and Mandala shook off his psychedelic vision.

"I hope you are not a person who guards his body like a jade."

Mandala's voice was thirsty and deep, thinking: If the evil man is really a man who guards his body like a jade, will she really be in trouble because of this.

With an idea, Mandala, whose whole body was on fire, decided not to do anything.

Half-squatting down next to the monstrous and peerless man, Mandala scanned her whole body in the tight black clothes, and found that there was no extra piece of cloth on her body.

Turning to look at the monstrous man in his toga and long sleeves, Mandala muttered softly in a low voice, "You look so monstrous, and you still play cosplay, do you really want to charm the common people?"

"Tear--" With a sound, a pair of jade hands froze the corner of the silky brocade wide sleeve, and directly tore off a slender strip.

Immediately afterwards, Mandala leaned forward, and directly put the long sleeve cloth in his hand over the eyes with thick eyelashes and light shadows.

Looking directly at the other party's handsome nose bridge and the golden drop-shaped imprint between the brows, Mandala, who has always been clean and self-loving, swallowed his thirsty throat with the love potion.

Suddenly there is a feeling of guilt.

Thinking about her own condition as No. 2 in the killer world, she is not inferior at all. The handsome guy who wants to be slept by her mandala can walk around the equator, okay?

Looking down at the enchanting man who covered his eyes with a white cloth and deepened his aura of exile, Mandala blinked to wake him up.

"Hey, wake up—"

The mandala hand just touched the slender jade hand under the torn wide sleeve, and another word 'wake up' has not yet been uttered from his mouth.

"Yan'er!" The enchanting man said in a low voice, holding that soft and fair hand instead, and sat up.

Mandala was slightly startled. Firstly, it was the charming and magnetic voice of the other party, and secondly, 'Yan'er' had the same name as her. Although her code name was Mandala, her real name was Qinyan. Only a few people knew about it. .

"My eyes!" The heart-wrenching voice fell, and Di Youming reached out to take off the cloth strips covering his eyes.

Mandala immediately stretched out his hand to stop it, covering the enchanting man's eyes.

"Your eyes are hurt!" Mandala said guiltily in a hoarse voice.

"Really?" The magnetic voice made it impossible to hear the other party's true thoughts.

Yan'er, when?The injured person has no awareness of his injury at all?
"Yan'er's voice?" Di Youming suddenly wanted to know how his Yan'er was going to do something to him this time.

"I've caught a cold." Mandala blinked her beautiful and quiet eyes, and the light in her eyes was a little slanted. She was held tightly by a wicked man with one hand, and covered his eyes with the other. The ambiguous posture of the two made people daydream.

Is it a man who has love, or a woman who has love?

Facing the extremely beautiful face close at hand, the mandala's beautiful eyes fluttered again, and he blinked lightly. Now the frightening mandala has been reduced to the point where he needs to "cheat to sleep".

Mandala suddenly prayed with a guilty conscience that she would leave after sleeping, and the enchanting man would never know that this 'Yan'er' was not that 'Yan'er'.

(End of this chapter)