Ji Mo, who had been pushed down, swallowed the large kidney in his mouth calmly and without haste.
Then, he took out a silver needle and directly aimed it at Yao Weiwei's Dantian.
Yao Weiwei, who was in the process of pulling Ji Mo's belt, froze instantly. The flush on her face began to recede, and her eyes regained clarity.
She was incredibly embarrassed, currently straddling Ji Mo with her hands still fumbling with his pants.
"Mr. Ji, if I told you I couldn't control myself just now, would you believe me?"
Yao Weiwei's face was flushed, and she felt so ashamed she wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.
She had always prided herself on the chastity and purity of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf tribe, but doing something like this was truly a disgrace to her kind.
"If you don't get off me, how am I supposed to believe you?"
Ji Mo said with annoyance.
Her belt was almost torn off, and she claimed she couldn't control herself? Who was she trying to fool?
There was a saying, "like a wolf and a tiger," and now he had personally experienced it. Female wolves were indeed terrifying.
Fortunately, he had his own skills, otherwise, his purity might have been compromised.
"Impossible, the love蛊 (qing gu) is incurable. How on earth did he do it?"
The mysterious figure was aghast, as what he witnessed defied his understanding.
Ji Mo's casual needle prick had rendered the love蛊 ineffective, and Yao Weiwei instantly regained her senses. This was utterly unfathomable.
Yao Weiwei quickly got off Ji Mo, leaning against the wall. Her hands, which had nowhere to go, tugged at her clothes, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone.
Ji Mo got up from the ground and inspected the dishes, his brow furrowing.
"I knew it, these dishes were poisoned. I lost control because I was poisoned," Yao Weiwei mumbled softly.
Ji Mo did not agree. He said lightly, "An excuse. Clearly, your intentions were impure, and you harbored evil thoughts, wanting to take advantage of me. Look at me, my heart is pure, and I cherish my own virtue, so nothing happened to me."
The dishes did contain a substance that could stimulate human hormones, but Ji Mo didn't consider it poison, rather a medicinal ingredient for strengthening the kidneys and boosting vitality.
After all, he had eaten so much and felt nothing amiss.
As for the surge of hormones, as long as one's thoughts were healthy and one's will was firm, they could control themselves.
This "er gou zi" (a derogatory term, implying foolishness or lack of self-control) had unhealthy thoughts, hence couldn't control herself.
Yao Weiwei was rendered speechless, but she couldn't help but inwardly retort.
*Your heart is pure?*
*You pushed the Black Rose against the wall that night, and your lips were so swollen from kissing. How dare you claim purity.*
Then, she felt a surge of indignation.
She wasn't inferior to the Black Rose. She had the looks, the figure, and besides, didn't these furry ears and tail naturally invite temptation?
Why was it that even when she threw herself at him, he showed no reaction?
If she hadn't personally witnessed Ji Mo being intimate with the Black Rose, she would have thought she had encountered a saint who remained unmoved by temptation.
Suddenly, Ji Mo's gaze fell upon Yao Weiwei. He raised an eyebrow, a strange smile playing on his lips, and then strode towards her.
Yao Weiwei's heart rate suddenly accelerated, her mind in turmoil.
*Indeed, I still have some allure. This blockhead seems to be opening up.*
Judging by his expression, his intentions were clearly not good. Could he be planning to do something bad to her?
Did he have a peculiar fetish, liking to corner women against walls?
But what should she do?
Should she pretend to resist, and then yield?
Or should she let him do as he pleased?
Ji Mo reached Yao Weiwei and extended his "Lu Shan's claw" (a metaphor for a predatory or grasping hand).
Yao Weiwei initially wanted to dodge, but in the end, she couldn't help but raise her hands, pressing her body tightly against the wall, puffing out her proud chest, presenting herself as if ready to be taken.
A triumphant smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of her eyes.
*I really do have charm after all.*
But in the next second.
Ji Mo shoved Yao Weiwei aside.
Then, he kicked the wall behind her.
*Bang!*
The wall collapsed, revealing a hidden room.
At the same time, a stunned attendant was revealed.
Yao Weiwei felt immensely disappointed. She had been overthinking; Ji Mo wasn't planning to do anything to her.
Then, her ears perked up, and her face contorted with anger. This attendant had been hiding in the secret room, spying on them. Did that mean all her embarrassing moments just now had been witnessed by him?
Ji Mo stared at the attendant and said coldly, "So this is a black shop. Was Ying Tianbao captured by you? Hand him over to me."
Building a secret room to spy on guests in a private room clearly indicated this was no ordinary establishment.
Although brothels by nature weren't exactly respectable businesses, this one was evidently not even a proper one.
Poisoning the food and spying from a hidden room clearly showed malicious intent.
Therefore, Ji Mo deduced that Ying Tianbao must have fallen victim here.
"Guest, I don't know what you're talking about?"
The attendant's expression quickly returned to calm, feigning innocence.
Although he didn't know how Ji Mo discovered the hidden room, he wasn't flustered at all.
The opponent had no spiritual energy fluctuations and posed no threat whatsoever.
And Yao Weiwei, merely at the peak of Demon Venerable cultivation, was no match for him. Why should he fear?
Moreover, his boss was overseeing everything from behind, ensuring no one could stir up trouble here.
"Stop playing dumb. Answer truthfully, or don't blame me for being impolite," Yao Weiwei said through gritted teeth.
"Hmph, impolite to me? Don't let your tongue get ahead of itself. Since you refuse a toast and insist on a penalty, then don't blame me for resorting to force."
The attendant's innocent facade completely vanished, his face turning ferocious.
Fine scales appeared on his skin, and his eyes became vertical pupils, a truly terrifying sight.
Having reached this point, he was too lazy to pretend any longer. He revealed his intentionally concealed strength and advanced towards Ji Mo step by step.
"Demon Saint!"
Yao Weiwei's expression changed drastically. She hadn't expected a mere attendant serving tea to be a Demon Saint, hiding his true power so deeply.
However, before this Demon Saint could make a move, he let out a scream.
Acting on the principle of striking first.
Facing the approaching attendant, Ji Mo didn't say a word. He immediately executed a shoulder throw, slamming him heavily onto the ground.
The floor shattered, and web-like cracks instantly spread across the entire private room and the hidden chamber.
One could imagine the terrifying force of this throw.
"You scared me. Did you think just because your eyes went vertical, you could intimidate me?"
Ji Mo grabbed the attendant's arm from behind and proceeded to pummel him.
The attendant was horrified to discover that his cultivation was being suppressed by a mysterious force, rendering him unable to use it. He was then subjected to a barrage of blows.
Even more terrifying was that the opponent's fists not only struck his physical body but also directly attacked his soul.
With each punch, the strange, surging power almost tore his soul to shreds.
The pain was unbearable, causing him to cry out in agony.
"Stop, please, stop hitting me! I'll talk. Ying Tianbao is indeed here."
The attendant, unable to bear it any longer, chose to confess.
The mysterious figure observing from the shadows was dumbfounded.
His most tight-lipped subordinate, a true man who would rather die than yield, why had he caved after just a few punches? What was going on?