Han Wu took a few deep breaths, then grabbed the red wine on the table and poured half of the bottle, which calmed down.

He smiled bitterly and walked to the left of the office. There was a mirror that fell to the ground. He leaned closer to look at his face. This was a face that looked very young but not young. There were a lot of acne on the nose, heavy bags under the corners of his eyes, and his face was not very good. It was caused by the inconsistent life and was also blue.

Han Wu took a deep breath, and eight tentacles appeared behind him. It was the "lustful touch" of the life soul given to him by Ning Yue. He did not want to fight with anyone, but wanted to use the power of the life soul to test a certain idea.

The power of the "lewd touch" of the soul of life was gathered on Han Wuyun's face. Many blackheads and oils slowly emerged on his nose and pores on his face, especially the blackheads on his nose, which were densely packed and disgusting. Han Wu himself would never have imagined that there would be so many dirty things hidden in his nose.

He also thought of ways to cleanse these acne, but as we all know, humans really have no means to clean up the chronic disease of acne. Although many drugs that claim to be able to cure acne are all cured but not the root cause, and the effect is very slow.

Han Wu pulled a napkin and wiped it a little, and the acne on his nose was covered with it. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly balled the napkin into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

He couldn't help but look at the mirror again. After a while, not only did the blackheads on his nose, but also the acne on his face were forced out by the "soul power". Even the pores that were stretched out by the acne were shrinking and fine, and they could not be seen at all.

His skin became smooth, like a peeled boiled egg, smooth and very white. Even his face turned blue and white because of his too licentious life, and his eyes disappeared without a trace. It seemed that he had returned to his youthful years when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

Han Wu looked at the mirror and stroked his nose many times. After smiling bitterly, she also showed a little joy. This was the first time he saw his nose so clean and transparent in the mirror. It was also the first time he saw that his face looked so good.

"It seems that I have already boarded the pirate ship and have no chance to go on. Even if I want to get rid of that person's control, I can't bear to leave this kind of power. This feeling of having a real power is so good and comfortable. Compared to this, I have worked hard over the years and worked hard to achieve the power and money on the Tao, which are nothing. Those things can be lost at any time and will be taken away by others, but these powers will not be, unless I die."

Han Wu turned around in front of the mirror a few times, and felt that he was tall and handsome, more handsome than before, and he felt very satisfied. He was a person who paid great attention to appearance and wanted to bring a logo every time he drank a sip of coffee. But there were some things, even if he was concerned, he could not do anything. After gaining the "lewd touch" of the soul of life, Han Wu felt that he had reached a new level, with a much higher taste and grade, and he had a feeling of turning aside and becoming a new person.

Han Wu's thoughts moved slightly, and the tentacles behind him slowly disappeared. He suddenly remembered that when Ning Yue introduced this group of life souls to him, he said: "This group of life souls is called 'lewd touch'. You only need a little contact to stimulate its power. You can poke at least two, up to eighteen tentacles from your shoulders. In addition to fighting, these tentacles can also transfer the feeling of the body. In the dark world, it is the favorite of princes and nobles, merchants and tycoons. It is difficult to get good things that are rich, powerful and powerful."

Han Wu smacked her lips slightly, suddenly laughed, and said to herself: "It can divert the feeling of the body, in other words, it can be used to fuck girls instead of Xiao Dingding? It was too tight yesterday and today, so just relax."

Han Wu grabbed the phone and called the nightclub under her name.

In less than ten minutes, a girl who looked quite innocent and more than 170 cm walked into his office slowly.

This girl is absolutely not as slim as the dusty girl, her legs are long and straight, surpassing most so-called supermodels. She wore a pair of transparent black stockings, which outlined the most beautiful lines of a pair of beautiful legs.

Han Wu smiled and took out an eye mask, greeted the girl to her side, and put it on her with her own hands. The girl just thought Han Wu wanted to play some tricks, and she had no intention of resisting. She just said with a smile: "Fifth Brother, how do you want to play today? Why do you blindfold my eyes?"

The next moment, the girl felt something was wrong. It seemed that there were many hands wandering and stroking her body, and even violently pulled away her clothes. Although she also struggled for a while, she could not help but be astonishingly strong as these "arms". She was quickly taken off and even her legs were split apart in a very shameful position, and she could only scream constantly.

"Fifth Brother! No, I can play with you no matter how much I play. Don't get so many men..."

Han Wu kept laughing lewdly, completely ignoring the girl's resistance. The eight tentacles behind him were entangled and three of them were inserted into the girl's body. The feeling that made her want to die was ten times more comfortable than a real sword and gun.

"It can indeed divert the feeling of the body..."

When Han Wu was so excited that she was flying, Ning Yue had already finished drinking tea with Xu Xun, and said goodbye to Xu Xun politely, and then took Lu Wenying to No. 64, Fatts Road.

This road is home to old villas from the Republic of China. Back then, they were all home to dignitaries and nobles. Almost every villa had several well-known owners. Later, the owners of the villa either died in the battlefield, were executed on various charges, or escaped abroad, so they were all vacant.

These villas have been built for about a few decades. At that time, because the identity of the villa owners was not rich and noble, they were invited to design the villas. The style of each villa is different. They have almost played all the styles of European countries. There are many designs that combine Chinese and Western styles, which is a major landscape in the city.

No. 64 is said to be owned by a warlord at that time. The warlord had a bad taste, but he was willing to be arty. He specially invited the most famous designer from France to build it in the Renaissance style. It was not enough for this villa. On the day of completion, it was also the time when he was shot dead by the battlefield. Therefore, the first-generation master had no chance to move in, so he bought his eighth concubine.
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