The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 490 The Self-Imposed Cocoon of Mei Liya_1

Chapter 490: Chapter 490 The Self-Imposed Cocoon of Mei Liya_1

Mei Liya was taken aback, not expecting the other party to come for the so-called Ice-Fire Snow Lotus.

She instantly smiled and hurriedly said, "Of course I know, it’s a long story, please follow me inside the shrine, and I’ll explain it to you in detail."

Ning Fan glanced at her and said nothing further; he directly followed her into the shrine.

Upon entering, Ning Fan saw many statues with the distinctive features of Sakura Country, things that looked neither human nor ghostly, causing his brow to furrow.

Mei Liya led Ning Fan to a room on the side where there was a tea table, with pots and jars placed in a heap on top of it.

The scent of tea was overflowing, appealing to the senses.

"Mr. Ning, please wait a moment, I will serve you with Sakura Country’s most authentic tea ceremony, and we can chat while we drink."

Mei Liya knelt opposite Ning Fan and began to prepare the tea.

While Mei Liya demonstrated the tea ceremony, Ning Fan quietly released his spiritual power around the area...

Soon, he sensed something strange; after carefully attuning to it, he was somewhat surprised.

Many presences similar to Huo Erba’s were appearing around him.

Puppets without consciousness!

"What is Mr. Ning thinking about?"

At this moment, Mei Liya suddenly spoke, her beautiful eyes flashing an unusual color as she looked at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan instinctively looked over and was slightly startled.

For some reason, a faint purple hue flashed in Mei Liya’s bright eyes, looking quite eerie.

"This tea is all about a lingering fragrance, thick yet not cloying, subtly elegant and fragrant..."

"Mr. Ning, have a smell and see if what I’m saying is true?"

As she spoke, Mei Liya gently picked up the tea canister and fanned it lightly.

Suddenly, a rich aroma hit the senses.

"Mr. Ning, does this enchanting tea aroma make you feel a bit drowsy? Don’t worry, that’s normal..."

Mei Liya spoke with a smile, her gaze fixed on Ning Fan, but as she waved her hand, a faint pink smoke started to drift out.

Very faint, very faint.

One would hardly notice it without paying close attention.

This pink smoke, as if with a mind of its own, wafted towards Ning Fan’s nostrils...

Yet none of it landed in front of Huo Erba who sat beside Ning Fan.

Ning Fan’s expression was unaffected, but inside, he sneered.

Illusion Technique?

Daring to present such tricks? It’s absurdly laughable!

However, he did not call her out, instead paying close attention to her movements, expressions, and even her spiritual power.

All Illusion Techniques rely on strong spiritual power.

To use spiritual power to bewitch the opponent’s mind, trapping them deep within an illusion!

This Mei Liya’s Illusion Technique was quite extraordinary; anyone else might have already been ensnared.

But Ning Fan’s spiritual power was very strong, so she could not overcome him.

"Mr. Ning, does it smell good?"

"Are you feeling tired already?"

"If so, then sleep here, fall asleep..."

"When you wake up, you’ll find that the world has changed..."

"That world is one you’ll like..."

"Sleep now..."

"Sleep now..."

Mei Liya chuckled softly, her voice gentle like flowing water, soothing to the core.

Yet at this moment, Ning Fan laughed.

"Saintess, what kind of world is it that you speak of?"

With those words, Ning Fan suddenly lifted his head, endless spiritual power emanating from his body, piercing directly through her eyes!

Mei Liya was dumbstruck, she saw a pair of very profound eyes.

Like a black hole with no end!

She also felt as though her body was sinking deeper and deeper into a bog! Deeper and deeper!

The surrounding scenery also changed instantly.

Standing in front of her was Ning Fan, seemingly bound and unable to resist.

And in her hand was a long rope.

"Saintess, what do you want to do to me? Just do it!"

"Do you want to tie me up? Then go ahead..."

Ning Fan, with his spiritual power, transformed his voice into waves of beguiling sound, penetrating her ears.

Mei Liya froze. She looked down at the long rope in her hand, then back at Ning Fan, who appeared utterly powerless.

A thought flashed through her mind.

She would use this rope to bind her enemy in front of her, rendering Ning Fan unable to struggle, to bind him alive!

As she thought this, she subconsciously picked up the rope and began to loop it around Ning Fan, winding it round and round.

In reality, she also picked up a rope and slowly wrapped it around herself.

Soon, she had tied herself up into a dumpling.

"Heh, Saintess Mei, what are you doing?"

Ning Fan chuckled lightly and, as his laughter fell, everything shattered like a broken mirror.

The illusionary world vanished, and they were back inside the shrine.

Mei Liya suddenly came to.

Looking down, she had actually tied herself up like this!

"Dammit!"

Mei Liya immediately became furious.

Especially when she met Ning Fan’s mocking and disdainful gaze, she felt profoundly insulted!

"You... are courting death!"

"Kill him for me!"

"But don’t harm the big guy next to him!"

Enraged, she yelled, and instantly over a dozen puppets swarmed in.