Li Yao asked Long Yangjun and Li Jialing to step aside. As he took a deep breath, his eyes immediately spread out like crimson pools of blood.
Focusing his spiritual energy on the tip of his finger, he stabbed one of the unconscious soldiers softly by using the finger as a needle, waking up the guy.
"Look at my eyes."
Li Yao first mumbled with a voice as gentle as a feather, before he repeated it in a high-pitched cry, "Look at my eyes!"
The soldier shuddered, and his eyes that just became clear fell into confusion again, as if his entire soul had been absorbed into Li Yao's eyes.
"Now, you are lying on a fluffy and fragrant land. The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the sun is shining warmly. You feel extremely comfortable…"
Weird brilliance beamed out of Li Yao's eyes, and his hands drew glamorous patterns like unpredictable flowers.