When Zhang Yu spoke, Paris's body kept trembling.

This is not because of fear, but because her body is getting hotter and hotter. Zhang Yu's hand helps her wipe her tears. For Zhang Yu, it's just a casual wiping, but it's not a big deal, but Paris's senses, such gentle movements made her feel particularly comfortable and unbearable.

“Huhu”

She couldn't help but breathe a lot. It was strange that the man in front of her was originally very hated. It was really a humiliation that a low-level yellow-skinned person who dared to hit her noble white man.

But at this moment, she suddenly realized that the man exuded a strong masculine aura, and his words and deeds were so friendly, and his domineering and tenderness were full of them. It seemed that he was disgusting.

"How could I have such an idea? He dared to hit me. I must let him die. But now I am in his hands. His strength is far better than me. What should I do? I can't be really given that by him. But soul transfer is a secret. How could I tell him that it is so uncomfortable? This medicine is really powerful. If I go back a while, I'm afraid I will not be able to hold on."

Paris kept thinking in her heart, her eyes flashing, as if she didn't dare to look at Zhang Yu.

When Zhang Yu saw her not speaking, he thought that she was struggling in her heart. Those who were determined to die would never be like this. Just like Qiu Jianyue, if she wanted to die, no one could stop her. Paris said that she would kill her, but in fact she was just humiliating and there was no way. If she could live, who would choose to die.

Zhang Yu smiled slightly, patted Paris's face twice, and said, "I said I would definitely not kill you, so I can rest assured that I will. But you must know that we both took your medicine and how long we could last. You know the best in your heart. If it happens in a while, I will not blame me."

"You" Paris made a nervous sound, her breathing became even more inconsistent, and even the wide robe on her body was fluctuating.

Zhang Yu immediately smirked and said, "Depending on your appearance, I'm afraid I can't hold on anymore, otherwise we'll do good things first. As for how to exchange them for their souls, let's talk about it."

After saying that, his fingers hooked Paris' chin and pretended to kiss him.

"no!no!no!" Paris cried again and shouted anxiously.

"Look at your hotness, my chin is hot. I'm just trying to help you see it." Zhang Yu deliberately slid his hand along Paris' chin to her neck.

Paris became even more anxious, and couldn't help but tremble, and then shouted: "I said! I said!"

Her heart was already broken, and she knew in her heart that if Zhang Yu's hand continued to move down, everything would be ruined.

In this case, there is no choice but to surrender. If you want to blame yourself, you can really shoot yourself in the foot. You originally planned to rely on that kind of medicine to deal with Zhang Yu, let Zhang Yu make a fool of yourself and seize Zhang Yu's handle. Unexpectedly, it would be used in the end. I guess in a moment, she would fall on herself without Zhang Yu's actions.

"You are so good at this, tell me," Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"I used soul transfer techniques on those two women. It is not difficult to use soul transfer techniques at any time. If you want to exchange the souls of two people, you can only do it on the full moon night every month," Paris said intermittently.

"On the full moon night, what should I do in detail?" Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"Concrete" Paris showed a look of embarrassment on her face, and then she said breathlessly: "It is at that time that we will bring the two together and recite the soul-returning spell, and the souls of the two will be able to be returned."

"Then tell me the soul-returning spell." Zhang Yu said with a light smile.

"The soul-returning spell is amp;*￥￥##amp;" Paris was helpless and could only speak the soul-returning spell.

But she just read it, and Zhang Yu frowned and said hurriedly: "Stop thinking, stop thinking."

The reason is actually very simple. Paris is pronounced in Italian, so how can Zhang Yu understand it?

"What's wrong?" Paris asked in confusion.

"I don't understand what you read." Zhang Yu said.

"Then, that's not my business, it's all about spells," said Paris.

When she said this, she was secretly happy. Since Zhang Yu didn't know Italian, it would be easy to fool him.

"This is really not your business," Zhang Yu smiled slightly, and then said, "But I know that the two of them were at home at that time, and you were not chanting spells in front of them. I think there are other tricks here. If I guessed well, I should have used some magic weapon."

Hearing this, Paris was so beautiful, "Where is there, there is no magic weapon, just a crystal ball, and you have destroyed it."

From her expression, Zhang Yu couldn't see her nervousness. The so-called crystal ball may be an important magic weapon, but it is definitely not the only one.

Zhang Yu asked with a smile: "Crystal Ball, when did I ruin your crystal ball, can you tell me?"

"You, you are pretending to be confused with your understanding. I peeked at them with a crystal ball that night. After you went there, you didn't know what you drew on the mirror, and my crystal ball broke." When Paris said this, his tone was full of hatred.

Zhang Yu remembered now. He felt someone peeking at that time and thought it was someone who used the round light technique. He used the mirror-breaking technique, but he didn't expect that his opponent did not collect the round light technique in time.

Thinking about it now, this should be the case. Paris did not understand the Eastern mirror-breaking technique, so she suffered a loss and destroyed the crystal ball that could peek at others.

But since the crystal ball is equivalent to the Oriental round light technique, it can only have the function of peeping. It is impossible to support Paris to use the soul-shifting technique. I think there must be another magic weapon in it.

In addition, Paris's previous appearance was even more ugly than when Zhang Yu scared her, so Zhang Yu was more sure of this.

Zhang Yu deliberately smiled gently and said, "So that's the right thing. Look at you lying here, are you feeling uncomfortable leaving? I'll help you to do it on the sofa."

As he said that, he stood up and helped Paris, who was hooking his feet on the sofa.

Paris's bones are now sluggish, and her legs are numb for so long. At this moment, her feet are on the ground, so she can't stand firmly. She shook her body and fell directly into Zhang Yu's arms.

"oops"

"Not that." Zhang Yu subconsciously hugged her shoulders.
Chapter completed!