"If you want to kill someone for such a little thing?"

Shisanlang felt a little bored and said in a faint tone: "No need, erase this memory. Since you are proficient in the art of charming the heart, it should not be difficult."

"Young Master is so proud. How could I say that I am proficient in this little skill? There were many people at that time, and there were many strong people looking for spell casting one by one... It was very difficult."

Seeing that he did not respond, Madam Mei begged and said, "I failed to perform my skills just now, and my soul has been frustrated; it is difficult to eliminate their memories, so it is better to kill them."

"That's your problem."

Shisanlang looked cold and said, "Don't do any more temptations. If I don't kill you now, it doesn't mean I can't kill you. Do you still think I can't see your cultivation level?"

"After all, these are your own fault: Since you dare to attack me, you will have to bear the consequences."

Mrs. Mei smiled bitterly in her heart, and she could only bow her head and say nothing. She thought to myself, how could I know that you, a teenager, have achieved such a level of mental performance and her spiritual consciousness, and her spiritual consciousness was incredibly strong. Otherwise, why would you end up like this?

While thinking about it, Shisanlang suddenly heard Ziyi ask, "Is it hindered by your magical power?"

Mrs. Mei quickly raised her head and ran into Shisanlang's gaze head-on, and her heart was shocked again. To be honest, although Shisanlang was cold, his expression was always gentle, at least he did not show murderous intent. However, when talking about Zi Yi, his gaze suddenly became extremely fierce, and he was about to kill someone if he had a disagreement.

A fear from the soul came, and she quickly comforted: "Don't worry, young master, the little girl just had a sleep, and her body was not only harmless, but also had some benefits."

"Well?"

"When I was suffering from backlash, my hunched mind was forcibly cut off and left in the little girl's body. She would slowly absorb it and gradually become her own thing."

Fearing that he would not believe it, Mrs. Mei explained: "This technique of my body is essentially a conscious interference: because my spiritual thoughts are far stronger than her, this can be effective. Now it has cut off its source and cannot be compared with the subject in any case. After a while, it will be absorbed and assimilated and become a part of the subject."

Seeing that Shisanlang's expression had eased, she said again: "Just go..."

Shisanlang's heart tightened and said coldly: "It's just what?"

Mrs. Mei hurriedly said, "It's just that the little girl is too weak herself. The process is a little long and she will feel a little drowsy during this period. Apart from that, there is nothing serious."

After hearing this explanation, Shisanlang pondered for a long time. He had already checked Zi Yishuan, and of course he knew that her body was not in a way. However, Mrs. Mei's words made him a little doubtful. In connection with his own feelings, he couldn't help but think of another possibility.

He asked, "Can't you take back that hunched mind?"

Mrs. Mei replied: "Yes, yes, but since it has been cut off, it will actively merge with the body. If it is forced to retract, the girl will be damaged."

Shisanlang was slightly distracted and said, "You are kind."

Mrs. Mei lowered her head and said sadly: "I am a helpless person, not a lunatic, so how could I harm a little girl?"

Seeing that he did not reply, she tentatively said: "If the young master doesn't believe it, I can take it back now: it is not very fusion with the constellation at this time, and although it is a little hurt, it is not serious."

Shisanlang still did not answer, and Madam Mei quietly raised her head, trying to see something from his face.

Two eyes gathered in the air. One was sad and sad, the other was cold and ridiculed, and a little disdain.

Shisanlang looked at him calmly and said, "What a vicious martial art!"

Mrs. Mei's expression changed slightly and she said, "What is the young master saying... I don't understand..."

Shisanlang ignored her, hugged Ziyi with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed her neck directly. Mrs. Mei felt that as soon as she saw her, her body was already hanging in the air, and there was no room for resistance.

"Young Master, please spare me... I have no choice... I...

If Madam Mei had previously fought with divine thoughts, she could have thought that the other party had practiced some kind of restraint technique or was defeated because of her special mind: At this time, Shisanlang showed real combat strength and could not tolerate any disguise.

She could not imagine how a person could be so fast! She didn't even have time to detect magic fluctuations, and even a shield that could be mobilized with a thought could not be generated; even if she didn't react to the life-saving thing she gave to the Young Master Qianling, she had become flesh on the knife board and was slaughtered.

At this time, Madam Mei, Zhan Zhi was completely destroyed by Shisanlang. Not to mention fighting with her, she could not even have the courage to fight. She had no other distractions in her heart except for regret and fear.

"This technique does have the ability to devour parasiticly, but I have never had the idea of ​​a little girl, nor did I think of threatening the young master with this. Every sentence I say is true, and I dare not deceive me."

He lifted Mrs. Mei into the air with one hand, but did not pinch her trachea: Shisanlang's expression was still calm, and he said, "I ask, you answer."

There was no harsh expression, no fear of fear, only peace and indifference. However, through the calmness, Madam Mei felt a deeper and heavier fear than death: she couldn't understand the origin of this fear, and even dared not think about it.

“…, Yes, young master.”

"Where did you find the way to get to know the young master of the Lanling Clan?"

"...I was once...I was a special envoy of Qingqi and went to Huoyun Mountain to practice for a while. Later, due to poor qualifications, my cultivation stopped moving forward, so I found a solution..."

"No need to continue."

Shisanlang also sighed in his heart, and did not want to listen any further, and said, "Who is Mai Shaofei? Among the four envoys, who is his confidant?"

"Thirty years ago, when I entered Huoyun Mountain, the young master had already formed a pill: I can't estimate what level it has now reached. Only one of the four major banner envoys, Qingyi envoys, is loyal to the young master."

Shisanlang was slightly stunned and thought to himself that this young master was actually very ordinary and his life was not very easy.

He said, "Ancestor Ren Ling doesn't care about this kind of thing?"

Mrs. Mei smiled miserably and said, "What a person is the ancestor Ranling? How could he care about these trivial matters. As far as I know, the ancestor has been in seclusion for more than a hundred years and has never even seen the young master before, so how could he care?"

Realizing that he had asked a stupid question, Shisanlang no longer considered the things that had nothing to do with him and said, "You said before, Mai Shaofei ordered you to find talents privately, but the truth is."

"It's true. As long as I recommend a monk into the mountain, I can get some elixirs to improve my cultivation. If there are some outstanding ones, I can also get additional rewards. With the talent of the young master..."

"How do you know that these people were not harmed after entering the mountain? Besides, the surrounding tribes are in a difficult situation. Even if there are talented people, their cultivation is relatively low, what role can they do?"

"The young master doesn't know anything. This matter involves the autumn hunting standards. I only know the specific details, and I hope the young master will understand it."

"explain.

"Autumn hunting is a major event in the entire Demon Realm, extremely dangerous. But for some reason, when each race participates in the autumn hunting, its core clan members will be limited by the Demon King Palace, not only limiting their cultivation, but also limiting the number of people. As far as I know, Young Master Mai seems to be interested in participating in this autumn hunting. Under such restrictions, it is inevitable to consider one's own safety. Select those with outstanding qualifications from the side tribes and cultivate them first. This will be of great use when hunting in autumn."

"Great use? It's cannon fodder!"

"…, Gongzi Mingjian, if he stands out in the autumn hunting, he will indeed be highly valued by the young master. In previous autumn hunting, most of those who can survive can practice the elixir, and some outstanding people can even reach higher. Such a person is enough to become the young master's direct team."

"Why does the Demon King Palace have such restrictions?"

"…, this fact is beyond my own knowledge."

"You are "Your technique, but I got it from Mai Shaofei? How long have you practiced? What are the risks of applying it?"

"...I dare not deceive the young master, my skills were indeed given by the young master because..."

"I have guessed the reason, so there is no need to say it." "Yes, I have started practicing after resigning to the young master. It has been three years since then. As for the risks..., except that I can't easily suffer backlash, I have no experience for the time being. Maybe the young master has a way to control it, but I have handed over my life, so I naturally don't care about so much."

After asking this, Shisanlang felt somewhat confident. He understood that Mrs. Mei had limited knowledge and these situations were all her own guesses, which could only be used as a reference.

He said: "Will Mai Shaofei come to this annual meeting? Or he is already in Wuli City."

Mrs. Mei replied: "I have indeed received the news that the young master will come in person this time; I really don't know when it will come."

Thirteen said, "If he comes, will he summon you?"

Mrs. Mei shook her head, with a hint of sadness on her face, and said, "I don't know."

Shisanlang shook his head, knowing that this woman had gradually become aging and it was difficult to get into the young master's eyes again. He put down Mrs. Mei and said, "After leaving, you should know what to do."

Mrs. Mei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied: "Don't worry, young master, I will start immediately to cover up this matter. If the young master of the Lanling Clan tribe is involved, those people should not dare to speak nonsense. If the matter has spread and someone asks me, I will say that the young master is just strong in spirit and has no other outstanding features."

Shisanlang nodded, knowing that this person cannot be killed or imprisoned, it is only suitable for covering up. As long as Mrs. Mei is controlled, there will be no serious consequences. He reached out to take off Mrs. Mei's storage bag, and swept his mind and took out the elixir and jade slips and most of the magic crystals, but the magic weapon did not move.

Mrs. Mei watched from the side, her eyes gradually became confused. It would be fine if she had died of the pills for many years, but now they have been taken away. Not to mention improving her cultivation, even healing her wounds has become difficult. How can she not be desperate?

No matter what she thought, Shisanlang said, "Get some things from you for a small punishment. After the annual meeting, if this matter is not hindered from Ziyi, you can come and ask for it."

Mrs. Mei nodded.

Shisanlang threw most of the empty bag to him, took out a dark iron ball from his arms and said, "Swallow it."

Mrs. Mei's eyes widened suddenly, and she could hardly believe her ears.

She pointed to the iron lump that was bigger than an egg, and said in a trembling voice: "Get up..." Swallow it?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Shisanlang replied affirmatively: "Swallow it into his stomach, I will let you go."

The next chapter is a little late, and I am writing.
Chapter completed!