At this moment, Mei Qingchen, with a mane of golden hair cascading beside him, his clothing in tatters, and his phoenix eyes long and deep, appeared as beautiful as an ink painting yet carried a sense of chaos.
There was a golden lotus mark swirling on his forehead, filled with enigmas and mystery, exuding a chilly and magnificent aura.
However, probably due to the intense backlash of beast power, black gases entangled his entire being.
Especially with him being bound by vines, he exuded an intoxicatingly bewitching aura from head to toe.
Su Muyao looked at him and couldn't help but feel her mouth dry and parched.
Particularly when met by his gaze, Su Muyao felt completely immobilized.
Her heart raced a bit as she took out some Spiritual Spring Water from her space to drink a few sips, calming herself down a bit.
Then, she took out a strip of cloth to cover Mei Qingchen's eyes.
For some reason, Su Muyao's hands trembled slightly when she was blindfolding Mei Qingchen.
