The Rise of Light

The two of them were so confused.

Looking at Lan Mengyao's pink eyes, Lin Qixuan began to feel dazed, as if he had drunk a few pounds of liquor and had not slept for a long time.

He tried hard to break free from this feeling, but the Wanxiang Wheel on Lan Mengyao's head began to flicker continuously. Under the blessing of the Wanxiang Wheel, the pink light in Lan Mengyao's eyes shone brightly, and Lin Qixuan finally lost consciousness under this charming light.

Looking at Lin Qixuan whose eyes had lost their spirit, Lan Mengyao quietly breathed a sigh of relief. After so much effort, she finally made this kid fall into the illusion successfully. He had fooled her for so long. Next, she would punish him.

In the stands, Zou Wenlong finally let go of his worries. Lin Qixuan slapped him in the face again. He really didn't expect Lin Qixuan to have so much energy. He was more anxious than Lan Mengyao on the field.

Now seeing that Lin Qixuan was under the illusion, he smiled and said to He Ziming: "Haha, he was hit by the Wanxiang Wheel. Lin Qixuan can't escape. Accompany me to Zheng San to exchange money later. Let's have a good drink tonight."

"The game is not over yet, you are so happy." He Ziming rolled his eyes.

"No way, Aunt He, that's the Wanxiang Wheel. Have you heard of a few people who were hit by the Wanxiang Wheel and can get out of the illusion?" Zou Wenlong sneered at He Ziming's caution.

"Anyway, I feel that things are not that simple."

"I'm too lazy to tell you, just watch..."

...

"This is..."

Lin Qixuan woke up slowly from the illusion and looked at the cramped and small house. He was like a dream under the illusion. For a moment, he couldn't remember why he was here, but the furnishings in the house made him feel familiar.

He was sitting on a reclining sofa at this time. There was a fruit plate and a cup filled with tea on the coffee table next to the sofa, and a TV in front of him.

Lin Qixuan suddenly felt something sitting under his buttocks. He stood up slightly and pulled it out. With the dim light above his head, he saw the thing clearly and shouted in surprise:

"Disposable pants?"

Looking at the disposable blue pants in his hand, he thought of a possibility in his mind. Could this be...

"Knock, knock!"

Just as he was daydreaming, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Hello, technician!"

"..."

'What? This is really a foot massage club! ’

Lin Qixuan was stunned for a moment, wondering why he, who was always serious, would appear in this place. Just as he was wondering, the technician outside the door knocked on the door again.

"Hello, can I come in now?"

Listening to the urging of the technician outside the door, Lin Qixuan, who couldn't figure it out, simply stopped thinking about it and hurriedly said, "Come in!"

After the door opened, the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of long black silk legs in high heels, and then a black uniform hip skirt. The narrow waist design perfectly outlined the woman's hot body.

Her long black hair was piled up high, revealing her snow-white swan neck. When Lin Qixuan saw her face, he called out in surprise again: "Yang Wanning?"

A crystal-like melon-seed face, a straight and beautiful nose, and eyes as dark and deep as a cold pond, who else could it be but Yang Wanning?

She was holding a small box in her hand at this time, and she looked at Lin Qixuan with a smile on her face.

‘How is it possible! How did Yang Wanning become a technician? ’

Looking at ‘Yang Wanning’ in front of him, Lin Qixuan’s eyes were full of shock. This completely illogical thing made Lin Qixuan feel a sense of separation from this illusion in his heart, and his head suddenly hurt. He covered his head and groaned, and the illusion immediately began to shake.

This scene scared Lan Mengyao, whose mental power turned into ‘Yang Wanning’, so much that she jumped. She thought that things would go much more smoothly after turning into Yang Wanning, but who knew that before it even started, Lin Qixuan was about to break free from the illusion!

Her illusion has not yet reached the level of not paying attention to logic. If it is too outrageous to contradict the facts, there is a chance that the person who is hit will wake up.

“Sir, what’s wrong with you?” Lan Mengyao immediately squatted down and asked anxiously, fearing that Lin Qixuan would run away.

“My head hurts!” Lin Qixuan said painfully.

"It's okay, sir. You may have drunk too much fake wine."

"Really?"

"Yes, you were drunk before you came. Drinking fake wine will hurt your brain." Lan Mengyao said nonsense.

"I see. I was wondering why I felt my brain was not working well enough. Thank you."

"You're welcome. If you still have a headache, try taking a deep breath and adjust yourself. It will be better soon."

"Okay, okay."

Lan Mengyao never expected that this well-intentioned reminder would make her lose more than she gains.

After Lan Mengyao's reminder, Lin Qixuan subconsciously used the dazzling light breathing method to adjust his breathing. After a few breaths, the headache disappeared, his consciousness gradually returned, his heart was calm and peaceful, and his mind suddenly became clear.

He instantly realized that he was under an illusion. He didn't expect that Lan Mengyao would not hesitate to ask him to be her boyfriend in order to drag him into the illusion. With such a painstaking design, he wanted to see how Lan Mengyao wanted to deal with him in the illusion.

"Sir, how are you?"

Lan Mengyao's voice sounded beside his ears. Lin Qixuan raised his head and was about to respond, but what he saw was a white greasy. At this time, Lan Mengyao, who had transformed into 'Yang Wanning', was still squatting in front of her. The low-cut inner wear revealed a deep cleavage, which made Lin Qixuan's eyes straighten.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"Ah? Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine now."

"I'm fine."

Lan Mengyao looked at the already stable illusion and breathed a sigh of relief, but Lin Qixuan asked at this time: "Yang Wanning, don't you recognize me? I'm Lin Qixuan, how come you are a technician?"

"Sorry sir, my name is not Yang Wanning, you recognized the wrong person, I am technician No. 77." Lan Mengyao said seriously.

"Okay, maybe I recognized the wrong person, you look too much like her."

"It's okay sir, there are many people who look alike in this world, there's nothing to be surprised about. Excuse me, can I serve you now?"

"Service, what service?" Lin Qixuan asked in surprise.

Lan Mengyao smiled and said: "Full body spa, didn't you order it yourself?"

Men like this the most, her father has been to the club for this project many times, she and her mother went to the club and didn't know how many times they caught him, and every time he was repeatedly taught and taught.

"I didn't order it." Lin Qixuan scratched his head. What did Lan Mengyao mean? Did she want to give him a spa in the illusion?

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. He couldn't agree, otherwise he would definitely fall into her trap.

"You ordered it, 398 yuan for a 60-minute full body essential oil spa. Here, this is the receipt."

As she said that, Lan Mengyao suddenly had a receipt in her hand, which made Lin Qixuan curl his lips. This was too unimportant. She actually produced a note in front of him.

He could also clearly see that the words on the note were not a receipt at all, but "Lin Qixuan, old cunt". Could this prop be more careless?

"Look, I didn't lie to you." Lan Mengyao took back the note and looked at Lin Qixuan.

"Okay." Lin Qixuan became curious. He wanted to see what Lan Mengyao would sing next.

Seeing Lin Qixuan agree, Lan Mengyao kept smiling and said, "OK, then take off your clothes!"