In just a few seconds, Huang Mingkang's three younger brothers were all trapped and lost their mobility.

And just when Huang Mingkang reacted and was about to make a move on Lin Xiaoxiao, Bai Qi's dagger was already on Huang Mingkang's neck, and Lin Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to take a few steps back.

Huang Mingkang looked at the white stool that suddenly appeared from his side, and his face became extremely ugly: "You actually plotted against me." ”

Lin Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, and a little happy look appeared on her face unconsciously.

She succeeded.

The haggard and helpless performance at first made the other party think that she was kicked out by several people later.

Then show weakness and relax the other party's vigilance.

Finally, wait for the other party to take the initiative to approach.

Dill said that it was easy to wonder if she had any purpose when she took the initiative to lean in, so she had to find a way to get the other party to take the initiative to come up.

As long as the other party takes the initiative to approach her and distance a little distance from a few other people, it is the best opportunity to do it.

The timing was just right.

Catching them becomes extraordinarily smooth.

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't talk nonsense, continued to take the answer sheet and pointed at Huang Mingkang, and asked, "How can I remove the illusion generated by your illusion props?" ”

Huang Mingkang looked reluctant, but under the influence of the props, he had to speak: "There are only two ways, one is that the person who generated the illusion realizes that he is in the illusion, and the illusion will be automatically lifted." The other is to use my props to let other people enter that person's illusion, help that person realize that they are in the illusion, and can also dispel the illusion. ”

Ye Dill had already walked out of the church, and when she heard Huang Mingkang's words, she took out her [Greeting Sword] and pointed at Huang Mingkang's heart: "Hand over the props." ”

Since Su Mu has not been able to wake up until now, it means that he has been immersed in the illusion and can't distinguish between reality and illusion.

Then there is only the second option.

Seeing that Ye Dill took out the [Twilight Sword], Bai Qian withdrew his dagger, and he turned around and stood behind Huang Mingkang to prevent Huang Mingkang from making a small move.

Huang Mingkang's face was extremely ugly: "Why should I give you my props!" ”

Although he is controlled by others, he still stiffens his neck and looks tough.

"Didn't you say that?" Ye Dill sneered, "In this world, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and if we can get your props with our ability, it means that your props should belong to us." ”

Huang Mingkang's face froze, and he was speechless for a moment.

"It doesn't matter if you don't take it," Ye Dill unhurriedly approached the long sword in her hand towards Huang Mingkang's chest, "We can search it ourselves." ”

A cold breath passed from the tip of the sword, and Huang Mingkang only felt that his heart was trembling uncontrollably.

This is no ordinary weapon, this is a prop.

And it's powerful.

Such a realization made Huang Mingkang have to quickly rummage through his pockets.

Although he was unwilling to be robbed of props, he was more afraid of death.

Soon, Huang Mingkang took out a small mirror.

It was a bronze mirror held in one hand, but it was very small, and the size was about the same as the small mirror that girls often used today to carry around.

But the difference is that the mirror is made of copper, with intricate carvings on the back and a blood-red gemstone set at the end of the handle.

It looks retro and gorgeous.

Ye Dill kept staring at Huang Mingkang, and at the same time she asked Lin Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, is this thing?" ”