In the room, Feng Bailing opened the first-aid kit and, sure enough, there were five more bottles of anti-wolf spray in the top layer, enough for her to use for self-defense on a daily basis.
Even a martial artist would lose half their life if they were sprayed with chili water in their eyes.
"He's married three Princess Consorts, and his child is all grown up, yet he still has that coffin-like stern face when he touches a hand; those three Princess Consorts must have been scared to death."
Feng Bailing was flipping through the Poison Scripture, muttering complaints in her heart as she recalled Dugu Wu's earlier reaction.
To obtain the Emperor's aura emanating from Dugu Wu, Feng Bailing had gone to great lengths and studied it carefully.
By obtaining an article of clothing close to Dugu Wu's body, one could acquire a small amount; physical contact would yield a moderate amount; and skin-to-skin intimacy could garner a large amount at once.
