Chapter 487

Prince Rui's residence.

Ji Qingxue and Rongsheng Xuanwei stared at the people in black in front of them. Rongsheng first reacted. He asked dully, "what are these... Things?"

Their bodies smell fishy, and their long knives are covered with blood, some of them even lack arms and legs.

Ji Qingxue said seriously, "don't take it lightly. It seems that those who come are not good. If you start later, don't be merciful."

These people are still filled with a sense of death, like an old man who is about to die, but Ji Qingxue also feels the cold killing intention, so he should be careful.

A group of people in black rushed up. Ji Qingxue could deal with it calmly at the beginning, but they found the problem later.

These people are not afraid of pain and injury. Even if you stab a sword into it, they don't feel any pain.

"I wipe, what kind of monster is this?" Rongsheng slapped one of them on the chest, but the man didn't respond at all. Instead, he grabbed his hand and picked him up. He turned several circles in mid air, and then threw Rongsheng out.

"How dizzy." Rong Sheng struggled to get up from the ground, held his waist and howled, "my old waist is about to be broken. I'm not finished with you today."

With that, Rong Sheng immediately rushed up again. Xuanwei always killed his opponent and never left any room for his opponent, but they gradually found that these people couldn't use ordinary attack methods at all.

People with a stabbed heart on their face can still stand up and fight. They are completely like nobody. Aren't they really monsters?

Seeing the reaction of the people in black, Ji Qingxue is more certain. They are not immortal or hurt, but simply have no feeling and don't know the pain.

Ji Qingxue and Rong Sheng said, "they have lost their pain, so they can continue to fight even if they are seriously injured."

Rong Sheng frowned: "is it difficult that someone has destroyed their nerves, that's why?"

Ji Qingxue nodded: "we can't rule out the possibility that we have no fate or hatred with others. These people suddenly came to the door. I'm afraid there was someone behind them. Like their playing method of never knowing fatigue and pain, we can only suffer in the end."

With a flash of wisdom, he suddenly said excitedly, "little master, why don't you try my newly developed medicine."

"No, you really developed it." Ji Qingxue said with a smile. "I remember you were very angry when you used Dementor on the ninth day of junior high school."

When Ji Qingxue mentioned the name of the ninth day of junior high school, Rong Sheng's face turned red: "At that time, I didn't know. The art of Dementor can't be used indiscriminately. Once people wake up from their vague consciousness, they can easily become fools. However, what the ninth day of junior high school uses is not really the art of Dementor, but is assisted by drugs. She told me the development method of this medicine. Anyway, they are already controlled, so it depends on whose means is more powerful."

Rong Sheng took out a porcelain vase from his arms. He smiled hehe: "you are lucky today. You can try the 'lost soul powder' developed by me."

Rong Sheng took a big step forward and shouted at the Xuan guards who were still in a fierce battle: "you all get out of the way!"

After hearing Rongsheng's words, Xuanwei immediately withdrew with tacit understanding. Rongsheng directly sprinkled all the powder on the gang of people in black opposite.

Then Rongsheng took out a flute and blew it slowly. He wanted to use the flute to guide the black people to achieve the purpose of control when their consciousness was blurred.

But after he blew for a while, Mu Qing said faintly: "is your medicine good or not? How can I look useless."

Rongsheng I glared at him fiercely: "don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. I developed this medicine in strict accordance with the prescription given to me by ah Jiu. How can it have no effect?"

Rongsheng's flute sounded cheerful, but it did not seem to have any effect, especially the group of people in black opposite looked at him like a big fool.

Seeing that they did not move, Rong Sheng curiously drew closer: "is it working or not?"

Just when he wanted to see it clearly, a big knife cut it down directly. He was so frightened that he bent down and hid in the past.

So the two sides fell into a scuffle again. Rong Sheng patted his chest and said with some fear: "fortunately, I move fast, otherwise this little life will be explained here."

Although MuQing's one-on-four suffered several injuries, it didn't matter. When he got free, he joked about Rongsheng: "I'll say your medicine doesn't work."

Rong Sheng was dejected and puzzled: "it shouldn't be. What's wrong in the middle? But they clearly responded just now."

Rong Sheng was a little angry and was about to break the flute, but he suddenly thought that after they lost their soul just now, when he played the flute, these people did not seem to have any action. Could it be that they had something to do with the flute?

So Rongsheng played the flute again with a try attitude, but as soon as the flute sounded, the gang immediately stopped their actions, and some blacks even looked at him with their heads tilted.

Ji Qingxue thought they were incredible: "did you really let Rongsheng find the trick to control these people?"

Rong Sheng was overjoyed to see that they did respond to the sound of the flute, so he worked harder to play the flute.

But when he was blowing hard, these people in black rushed to him with big knives. It seemed that they would never stop until they broke him up.

People are dull: what's the situation?

Rong Sheng saw that they all rushed towards him. He was so frightened that he immediately used his lightness skill and jumped up on the roof. The development of the situation seemed different from what he had expected.

Rong Sheng said helplessly, "fellow heroes, am I not good at blowing? Otherwise, tell me what you want to hear, and I promise to meet your requirements."

Ji Qingxue's eyes twitch. It's really unreliable.