Qing Jun had succeeded. On the chair of Qing Jun's laboratory, a beautiful young lady was sitting with her eyes closed. Her head was slightly lowered as she leaned against the back of the chair as though she were asleep. That quiet sleeping face was the most beautiful face Shen Yanxiao had ever seen among devils.
Her beauty, unlike that of the common female devils, wasn't garish and bewitching. It was like wild lilies blooming in the valley, pure and beautiful. People could not bear to stain it, not even for a moment.
The face of the woman made Shen Yanxiao feel a little familiar, but also somewhat strange. In her memory, she could not find a woman with such a face.
In that case, where was the familiar feeling coming from?
Shen Yanxiao minded her own business and continued searching in her memory. Meanwhile, Qing Jun was crouching in the corner of the laboratory, trembling all over. He looked pale and tranced, biting his nails and talking to himself.
