"It's fine."
Sun Lang gave her a gentle smile. "If I say you can do it, then you can do it … Come, hold my hand."
Miss Zhao was stunned at first. Facing Sun Lang's outstretched hand, she reached out her slender hand without hesitation. Their fingers touched in the air, and then they held each other.
The pleasure of the body, the satisfaction of the mind, and the throbbing of the soul … The feeling of happiness swarmed over, as if a warm current was flowing through her entire body, causing Zhao Feihuang to involuntarily narrow her eyes and let out a delicate moan that caused one's mind to stir. Even Sun Lang's heart couldn't help but jump when he saw the young girl's alluring appearance, her sparkling eyes, and her blushing cheeks.
Zhang Yinluo's subtle laughter rang out. "Are the two of you having fun?"
A mistake, a mistake, a mistake, a mistake, a mistake … Sun Lang laughed dryly, his eyes slightly focused. In an instant, the Startling Sword at Zhang Yinluo's waist let out a strange hum. Not far away, Hu Shouxin, who was watching coldly from the sidelines, also had a change in expression. Purple lightning circled around his body, letting out a light sound as it pierced through the air. And Zhao Feihuang, who was intertwined with Sun Lang's five fingers, directly faced this indescribable mysterious power.
She was neither a martial artist who refined spirit into qi, nor was she a cultivator who learned from heaven and earth. She couldn't accurately describe the essence of the power that came from Sun Lang's body. She only knew that the power of the magic tool that remained in her body, which had always been lifeless and somewhat disobedient, seemed to have received the most thorough nourishment. In a moment, it became unprecedentedly strong.
She felt an incomparably active mental power churning in her mind. In an instant, the appearance of heaven and earth changed, and everything became completely different. This lifeless, dull, and still world seemed to have come to life. This brand new perception and experience was so similar to what she felt when she first obtained the power of the magic tool … The magic tool's ability to control one's mind and soul was instantly increased to an unimaginable level.
Hu Shouxin, who had been watching from the sidelines, had a complicated expression on his face. He sighed and said in a low voice, "This power … has actually been used by you to play around. Sun Lang, do you really hate the past so much …"
Sun Lang had a smile on his face, as if he was showing off his little toy. He asked Zhao Feihuang, "How is it? How do you feel?"
On the other side, Miss Zhao, who had been given a buff, felt very good. She smiled gently, and her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming. She raised her other hand and said, "Sun Lang, I'm ready to turn this milk cow into a [Beep — —] that only belongs to you!"
The ranger nodded solemnly and said, "Very good, Miss Luluxiu. Give her a chicken and duck death!"
"Hey hey hey!
What are you going to do? "Zhang Yinluo asked anxiously." The two guys behind us are catching up!
If you think of a way, hurry up and use it! "
"You really don't have a sense of humor …" Sun Lang waved his hand and said, "Come, Miss Zhao. Prepare your spiritual power … Remember, although your soul-sucking power has been strengthened, the strength of your soul has not. It can be said that your foundation is not stable. If you want to forcibly control a martial artist of that level, you will still encounter strong resistance and backlash.
However, the soul-sucking and mind-controlling technique does not necessarily have to turn the target into a controllable puppet … Spiritual suggestion, illusion construction, memory weaving, personality distortion, these are the strengths of spiritual power, so you don't have to try to control that shit-eating ghost. You just need to do this and this. There is a little trick, let me tell you … "
Zhao Feihuang's eyes lit up as she listened. She pursed her lips and smiled. "Sun Lang knows this too?
You know a lot … "
Sun Lang was stunned for a moment, and then he chuckled and said, "If I could, I wouldn't want to know these things … Okay, shout out a cool line, and then do it!"
"Line?" Miss Zhao blinked her big eyes. "What line?"
"The line when you use your big move?
For example, something like 'Your mind is clear' or 'I know your thoughts' … "Sun Lang raised a finger. The two of them leaned on Zhang Yinluo's shoulders like this, and leisurely discussed these messy things with the girl who was running wildly between them." Or, a little chuunibyou, 'Zhao Feihuang of the Marquis of Jingan's Household gives an order' and so on … "
Zhao Feihuang frowned as she listened. "It feels very strange … Just like those little brats who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth …"
Zhang Yinluo shouted, "Whatever!
Hurry up and get rid of that guy ahhhhh! "
Sun Lang sighed, "Alright, alright, alright … Let's do this. Miss Zhao, let me tell you, this time you can just call me that …"
A moment later, Zhao Feihuang turned her head, and a pair of limpid autumn eyes were suffused with a demonic purple light. Formless spiritual power instantly appeared, refracting into the soul and imprinting itself in the depths of the Old Boxer's soul.
"Snot Prince!" Zhao Feihuang's clothes and hair danced in the wind as she shouted resolutely, "Face the wind!"
Prince Wuhen, who was brandishing his sword in pursuit, was slightly stunned — What did she mean?
But in the next moment, a vicious wind blew from behind him, and a fist came crashing down. Prince Wuhen sensed it, and with a backhand, he stabbed six times at lightning speed. The sword light and the fist collided, and an enormous force came crashing down. Prince Wuhen took advantage of the force to fly back, covering his mouth and nose as he shouted angrily, "Elder Chi!
What are you doing! "
The Old Boxer seemed to be unaware. Like a giant dung beetle that had gone crazy, he stared fixedly at Prince Wuhen, his eyes shooting out endless hatred as he roared, "Little slut!
I'm going to beat you to death with my fists! "
After saying this, another fist came crashing down. The fierce fist wind also carried a poison attribute attack, which was very powerful. It wasn't difficult to parry his fist, but it was simply the most terrifying thing in the world to have a human feces covered in filth get close to you.
Prince Wuhen had no choice but to dodge. But for some reason, Elder Chi seemed to be deranged, mistaking him for that big-breasted woman with outstanding lightness skills. Elder Chi began to madly chase after him, punching and kicking him. His eyes were filled with endless hatred, as if he wanted to dismember him on the spot … The situation had just taken a turn for the better, and now it had become like this. Prince Wuhen almost vomited blood. He had no choice but to evade the Old Boxer's pursuit while shouting loudly, trying to call back his reason.
However, it was of no use.
Because the culprit who had caused all this had stopped to take a break, and was constantly improving the attack program and mental cloud diagram of this human feces.
Sun Lang rubbed his chin and moved closer to Zhao Feihuang, while Zhang Yinluo stood on the side, bent over, holding his legs, and gasping for breath.
Sun Lang glanced sideways at Zhang Yinluo's perfect chest, which was dangling in the air because of his bending over, and said to Zhao Feihuang in all seriousness, "This old baldy doesn't seem to know how to play … Give him a psychological hint and tell him that this is how the profession of a dung eater should be played …"
A moment later, the Old Boxer, who was chasing after Prince Wuhen, was in a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he seemed to have thought of something. He reached out and wiped his body. Then, with a roar, he slammed his palm heavily in the direction of Prince Wuhen from several feet away!