The Nine-Colored Other Shore Flower, about a zhang in size, floated above the coffin like a bed.
The two lay within the Nine-Colored Other Shore Flower, at the position where the stamen originally was.
Their bodies were both soaked in the surrounding green liquid.
Su Mengyan had already lost her reason, driven by the incapacity of her body, she crawled toward Chen Mo and entwined him.
However, Chen Mo was controlled by an illusory figure and could not move at all.
He could only watch as Su Mengyan tore off the robe from his body.
Then, a slender jade-like arm wrapped around his neck, and a delicate body like a boneless soft snake entwined his chest, a faint fragrance rushing to Chen Mo's nostrils.
Boom!
Chen Mo, having drunk a lot of the green liquid, now with the soft jade in his arms, felt as if he were a fuse-lit explosive, causing his eyes to turn bright red, and the last remnant of reason completely dissipated.
