That elusive divine senses suddenly receded like a tide. Jiang Yi had been kicked off the bed and was in a difficult position; however, he was feeling very contented!
Wu Xin'er had wanted to play around with him? Now, she had been played by him. His excellently executed performance had utterly dispelled the Saint Priest's suspicions. If not, the divine senses would not have retreated but would have directly formed a soul spirit attack and killed him.
"Ah, ah…"
Jiang Yi had been very violent; Wu Xin'er cried out in pain for a long while before she finally came to her senses. She looked at Jiang Yi, her face full of hatred. However, she saw that Jiang Yi was extremely cowed and did not move on the ground; and her anger subsided a little. After a moment, she shouted, "Hurry up and scram back on the bed."