Chapter 1768: Rising Fame (13)

Zuo Yan's brain seemed to short-circuit.

Several questions bubbled up at once.

Who are they?

How did they end up in my woods?

Where am I?

This is my territory, right?

Enemies?

Impossible.

How could enemies appear here?

The other side's clothing was so… sparse, a full set of fashion outfits — they don't look like enemies either.

And… why did I throw my weapon on the ground?

Did I drop it by accident?

No, I threw it on purpose.

Why?

And why did those few female elves in front switch to fashion mode?

They don't have fashion outfits, so this leaves them naked — don't they know that?

And… why did those elves over there throw their bows away too?

So strange.

So fragrant — what is that smell?

Zuo Yan's questions were also the questions of the other female heroes and female elves.

But they only had one second to think.

The next second, a massive spray of red silk came flying.

They had no time at all to react.

"Surround them, don't kill them. The Silk Clan, spread out, encircle them — don't let a single one escape!" Gu Qing ordered loudly.

Zhao Chi inside Gu Qing's body was more like an observer now; at this level of combat, he had no interest in commanding anymore.

"Come over to my side, all of you, come hit me."

Tang Ruan laughed and shouted loudly, bursts of purple light flashing one after another.

Many female elves instantly seemed deeply insulted, their pretty faces frosting over as they bared their teeth and drew their bows.

But Tang Ruan kept running, her figure quickly vanishing behind a thick cluster of tree trunks, and the elves screamed as they charged after her.

Cursing Tang Ruan as they ran, they followed closely.

And behind them was a group of Silk Clan female soldiers.

These Silk Clan female soldiers followed Tang Ruan, wrapping as they ran the whole way — utterly at ease, simple and effortless.

Zuo Yan was simply beaten into a daze.

Before she could react, she was wrapped all over in a massive amount of red silk.

The sticky, tacky feeling was awful.

A chorus of screams rang out around her.

"Eeeek~~~!"

"Ah! What is this?!"

"No good, I can't move!"

"Quick, help me get these silk threads off — they're too sticky, I can't pull them apart."

"Hurry and counterattack, climb the trees!"

"No good, all my bows are stuck — I can't draw them."

"Aiya, Sister Zhao, hurry and use your skill to help us get free."

"This isn't a spiritual technique, I can't undo it — everyone, hurry and pull it apart."

"No good, when I pull it apart here it just sticks to somewhere else — I can't even spread my hands open."

"Hey? Why did you all throw your weapons away? You can still fight back."

"Huh? I don't know why either, I just felt like I couldn't use my bow."

"What's going on? Are you trying to surrender?"

"No, you say we're trying to surrender? Then why are you standing there naked? Trying to seduce the enemy?"

"I'm naked?"

"Huh? Why am I naked too? Why did I switch to fashion mode?"

"You shameless lot — the enemy are women too, seduction won't work on them, hurry and switch back! You're an embarrassment to the Elven race!"

"No, I didn't do it on purpose — look, they've all stripped too."

"This… what's going on?"

"I don't know either!"

"Lord Zuo, what do we do?"

How would Zuo Yan know what to do.

Her brain had long since stopped functioning.

And Gu Qing already charged up to her, using her navel to spray out a massive amount of white silk, rapidly wrapping her up.

Gu Qing wrapped her up while speaking in a friendly tone: "You've been captured. If you dare use spiritual technique or resist, I'll smother you with silk."

A rare, fierce savagery surfaced in Gu Qing's eyes.

Zhao Chi had almost never seen it.

Zuo Yan was so frightened her whole body trembled, but she was, after all, a lord—she couldn't simply surrender and be taken.

Spiritual power gathered.

Clearly she was about to use some spiritual technique.

"Can't you hear me?"

*Slap! *

Gu Qing raised her hand and delivered a slap.

Don't be fooled by how her palm looked—fair, tender, smooth, soft, and warm; that was only the way it felt when she gently caressed Zhao Chi's precious treasure.

In reality, she was a woman who possessed 8 points of Strength.

That slap was comparable to a bear's strength.

Zuo Yan's cheek instantly swelled up, a bloody handprint appearing on her face, and the spiritual power she had just gathered immediately dissipated.

This was still Gu Qing showing mercy—otherwise Zuo Yan's facial bones would have split open.

"If there's a next time, I'll gouge out your eyes!"

This time Zuo Yan was finally frightened into submission; she truly believed Gu Qing would do it.

That slap from Gu Qing truly left Zuo Yan both in pain and clear-headed. Zuo Yan didn't dare move again, obediently letting Gu Qing finish wrapping her up completely.

Soon she became a silkworm chrysalis with only her head showing.

The other female heroes also brought out their respective abilities.

Tang Ruan was still using her Provocation technique, luring large numbers of elves to rush straight at her.

The Silkspecies female soldiers followed Tang Ruan, waiting for the female elves to come willingly and be wrapped up.