Yinchen raised his eyebrows, carefully sensing the wind on this girl's body, it seemed to be very similar to Mingquan's? He was a little puzzled, but it was only a little doubtful, he didn't even have the patience and interest to figure out the inner connection between this, he knew that between himself and Mingquan, everything was impossible. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even if Mingquan signed a contract to be his slave, it was impossible.

He still has to consider Wan Jianxin's thoughts.

These thoughts flashed through Silver Dust's mind, and then he narrowed his pupils slightly. The damp aura in the forest was really valued by him, and to be honest, he had just obtained the Chiyou inheritance, and it seemed that he was not very proficient?......

"There is a price to pay for sneaking up on me quietly. He deliberately said threatening words in a cold, unsympathetic tone, but in fact, a super legendary archmage full of dark magic, facing a little girl about fifteen years old who only had a little ordinary Gang Feng power, some made the other party lose the will to fight and run away, and even knelt on the ground to beg for mercy, and there were ways to make the other party completely treat himself as a fear that he could not face for life, and avoid his own life, without the need to destroy flowers with tricky hands. Yinchen was a kind person after all, and he really didn't want to kill this little girl before he had no choice at all.

The other party just shot a few arrows at him that had no power at all, and he didn't almost kill himself like Chu Fan'er. Yinchen felt that if he had obtained Chiyou's immovable hegemonic body, he might have a little bit of killing intent towards the other party, but now, he could only oppress the other party through the Heavenly Tribulation, pretending to be a huge murderous aura.

The aura of divine power that entered the body disappeared, and was replaced by endless coercion, and a terrifying momentum rose from the man in front of him, pushing the girl back and forth. Around the silver-robed man, clouds of ice-blue water vapor slowly rose under the impetus of dark power, these blue and faint, flashing like ice-like water vapor, although exuding coldness, but it has not been able to condense into ice, but only maintains the form of water, turning into a dense fog that blocks the line of sight, and at the same time accelerates the rusting of metal objects.

The fifteen-year-old girl who was suspected of being a disciple of the Holy Water Sect quickly retreated, away from the coercion on Yinchen's body that was almost connected to the entire sky, and her immature body rose up with the momentum of the fourfold divine power that entered the body. The momentum generated by the magic of "The Avenue is Ruthless" is empty and dead, just like the eyes of a girl, there is no humanity, and even a little unconscious.

"The young king can't escape the fate of being cut off!" The girl's voice was a little mechanical, of course, more ruthless: "We represent the blue cosmos, and we are ordered by the Lord to give you the final verdict!" she said, her immature voice becoming more and more cold and inhuman, and the crossbow in her hand was also aimed at Yinchen's chest at the same time.

"Who is the young king?" Yinchen was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted, now is not the time to say a misunderstanding, the girl in front of her is a demon way, the magic way in the official mansion like the blue cosmos, before reasoning with her, you must first convince people to do it.

It was an extreme moment.

That's less than half a second. The moment Silver Dust saw the girl raise the crossbow, he was ready to wait for her to put the arrows in the middle of the time, and then turn the noose to wind it, Silver Dust estimated that the crossbow machine was finished and waited for the stringing, and half a minute had passed, right? But before he could react, in that instant, the girl had completed all the actions such as setting up the arrow, winding it, aiming, and firing.

Silver Dust suddenly felt a distortion in time and space, but he didn't have time to react, six arrows fell on him almost at the same time, an irresistible force pushed him far away, and then he fell to the ground face first.

The glow of the overlord flickered on his body, and he was never injured.

Silver Dust got up, he didn't get angry, he just stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward, and the blue fog suddenly spread, covering the girl's figure, and then, a thick and transparent storm swirled around Silver Dust's palm, and the power of the wind gathered in the storm made anyone who was distracted dare not despise it.

Gangfeng swirled and was sucked into the palm of his hand by the silver dust, and then pushed out by his palm flatly. A clear, cone-shaped wind blade burrowed into the blue mist with a sharp whistle, and in the next second, a large area, but it was difficult to produce any fatal damage, blue lightning burst out in that mist, and the air was filled with the damp smell of impending rain, but no sound came out.

The fog suddenly lifted, and it didn't seem to conform to the laws of nature at all. Silver Dust walked over slowly, and in the middle of the mist, the girl holding the crossbow fell to the ground.

She wasn't seriously hurt, just incapacitated by just the right amount of lightning. At this time, she only felt that her whole body was numb, and she was about to lose her senses.

In the hand of Silver Dust, a black blade suddenly burst out, flashing with an evil and demonic purple light, the fear blade, the unfavorable state is magic, it will not cause any physical damage, and the person who is stabbed will fall into fear for a period of time, and there is a certain probability that the caster will obey his words.

Silver Dust walked over with a menacing step, and by this time, he had already sensed that there was something lurking around him.

"I told you there was a price to pay for attacking me!" he said in a deliberately arrogant tone like a villain, but anyone who really knew him knew that he had a kind and generous heart.

He deliberately slowed down, and the little girl, after the initial paralysis, gradually regained some mobility, and trembled halfway up, and for the first time in her eyes, which had been dull, bloomed with fear.

She leaned back on her thin arms of conscience, crawling backwards hand and foot together, her little face full of horror, but she still clenched her teeth and did not say a word.

Silver Dust slowly approached the girl, the blade in his hand flashed with a "murderous" light, and he deliberately said nonsense in a cruel tone that he didn't believe: "Let me think about it, which one to cut first? Ears or nose ?......" He deliberately slowed down his voice, giving the little girl time to grab the crossbow in a panic, and also giving the person behind him time to hurry up and catch up.

"Yinchen!Xiaohong!you two stop first!" Mingquan's tongue was just remembered in Yinchen's expectation, and at the same time, Xiaohong, that is, the little girl, suddenly stiffened the crossbow in her hand, and never fired anything again.

Yinchen turned around and looked at Ming Quan, who was slightly flushed at the trot, with a cold face: "Do you know her?"

"She is my maid. Mingquan said, and came to Yinchen without saying anything, and said with a smile: "Young master, no, it's a husband, I think it's a misunderstanding......"

"Is it a misunderstanding to ambush me with the people from the Demon Realm Gate?" Yinchen snorted coldly, and turned his head to look at the girl on the ground, who was struggling to stand up at this time, with her feet together, her hands folded on her lower abdomen, half-hunched and her head bowed, as if she was studying the patterns on her shoes. The crossbow was placed at her feet.

"It's rude to haven't come to see my uncle yet!" Mingquan reprimanded softly, and he could hear that her tone was not harsh, but she didn't have the slightest hint of intimacy, and she felt very businesslike. Yinchen glanced at her in surprise and nodded secretly. He could feel that Mingquan's treatment of his servants and maids didn't seem to be as mean as five years ago, showing some superficial connivance, it seemed that Liu Yiyi's curse before her death and the subsequent changes in the sky gave her a more profound lesson.

"I've seen my uncle!" the girl's voice was crisp, as if she had become Yinchen's closest person in an instant, and her tone was filled with respect and admiration.

"Alright, I don't dare take in a man who is always pointing a crossbow at me. Yinchen waved his hand like a fly, pushed the girl aside, and then turned to Mingquan and said, "You got mixed up with the people of the Demon Realm Gate, and you are waiting for me here?"

"Young Master, this is really just a misunderstanding!" Ming Quan saw that Yinchen's expression was not good, and at the same time he felt a wave of dark pressure emanating from him, and his heart tightened, and he could only plead very obediently and flatteringly: "Young master's silver robe, beautiful is beautiful, but it is too similar to the people under the young king Zhao Feiliu, no, the slave family prepared a set of clothes for the young master long before he came......" Mingquan explained, while quickly unhooking the backpack on his back, and took out a set of men's robes from it, not only underwear, underwear, but also burqas, this clothing is all black, embroidered with bright green orchid patterns, when she took it out, the air was full of the smell of lavender and agarwood.

Mingquan flatteringly put the clothes on, the expected questioning, rejection and even abuse did not happen, and Yinchen just quietly took the black robe and said nothing. There was a faint surprise in Mingquan's heart, and on the surface, he just pretended to be pitiful and quietly raised his eyes to look at Yinchen's handsome face, as if he was cautious and admired the little maid of the lord.

At that moment, Mingquan was surprised to find that Silver Dust's eyes had turned sky blue instead of his usual silver-white. "What a special person, he secretly said that even the color of his eyes can be changed?" Mingquan muttered in his heart, silently collecting all the information about Yinchen, and this information trophy was revealed to some people in the Hou Party without concealment, and became the basis for them to use when they fought for power, of course, these would have to wait until she went out of the secret realm of the East China Sea.

Yinchen took the suit of clothes, turned around and walked into the dark black woods, and after a while, a spherical black shadow appeared out of thin air, blocking Mingquan and Xiaohong from the outside.

Ancient Magic: Duncan's Chamber of Magic.

Silver Dust carefully examined the suit in the dark orb, his eyes always glowing, gradually turning from azure to purple, as if there was an ultraviolet lamp installed behind the iris, in fact, it was the eye of the Arcane Soul Catcher, which specialized in detecting whether there was malicious intent hidden on an object.

Yes, malice, not traces of traps, toxins, or magic. The Soul Catcher Eye can detect malice in anything, whether it is the malice of the person who gave it away, the malice of the person who made it, the malice of the person who collected the raw materials, or even the malice of the person who held the item, there is no way to hide it, even if the item is stolen or not if it is an "unclean thing" that has been peeled from a dead person They can all be detected, and the only thing that cannot be detected is wild poisons, because poisonous plants, animals, or minerals are born without meaning to harm anyone, and those things do not ask others to touch them. Silver Dust carefully examined the robe, and found no problems, not a single thread emitted a red aura under the pale blue vision, and it seemed that no one had ever hoped to achieve any evil purpose through this robe.

It was a fine silk robe made to order from a high-end tailor for the noble young masters, and no one had poisoned it or installed any mechanism on it, and of course there could not have been anything damned. Silver Dust reassuredly changed into a pair and put his silver robe into the arcane space.

He thought for a moment, and finally took out a topper-topped hat from the arcane space and put it on, only then did he remove the Demon Duncan Secret Room and slowly walk out of the retreating black mist.

When Mingquan saw the silver dust that slowly walked out, his eyes suddenly lit up with the light of desire, which was difficult to suppress even in "The Ruthless Avenue", and belonged to the most essential desire of a young girl who "read countless men".

At that moment, Mingquan's whole person lit up, as if her skin began to emit a light like a faint pink pearl, which was extraordinary, but it faded away from the usual restrained and low-key, unobtrusive but very comfortable softness, and the whole person changed from a good-looking woman to a charming elf.

"The young master is really suave, this person relies on clothes, and when he changes his clothes, he feels completely different. Mingquan greeted her with a smile, every step she took, the curves up and down her body rippled softly, soft, licking you, tempting, but not vulgar. She greeted him with all her hand, gently and affectionately wrapped her arms around Silver Dust's arm, hiding the boy's arm deep in the gap between the astonishing peaks and peaks on her chest.

Silver Dust didn't resist, and of course there was no unbearable performance of any color granting souls. The mage's mental power and willpower are already amazing, and he is not even afraid of illusions, let alone this temptation, not to mention that he already has the shadow of Lin Xuanchen in his heart, and he already knows what he wants, so he will no longer be confused by all kinds of outsiders, not to mention that his body has already experienced Chu Fan'er's incredible softness, and he will no longer be curious about women for no reason. Mingquan's whole person leaned up, but Yinchen was as immobile as a mountain, and there was no expression on his handsome face, as if Mingquan, a delicate beauty, was just a piece of clothing hanging on his shoulder.