You can even feel the cold breath coming towards you.
However, nothing can be seen.
"Xiaolan!" Baomu's face turned pale, "That smell is next to you..."
Others feel nothing at all.
Before Xiao Lan could dodge, the cold oppressive feeling quickly disappeared.
"Interesting," the voice appeared around Meng Fuling again, "Interesting."
Meng Fuling's eyes were dark, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
The man laughed dryly and said in a low voice, "After all, I am your teacher, and I am here to help you."
There was a sudden sound of metal friction on the ground.
Several black snake-like things were crawling rapidly on the ground. Xiaolan was startled and immediately raised her feet, only to see the long chains passing over her and crawling straight towards her friends.
The long chain stood up and turned out to be an iron rope as thick as a wrist.
The companions let out large and small exclamations, and their hands and feet were tied up with iron ropes.
Only yourself is left.
The Taoist priest wanted to avoid it, but with a slight pull on his muscles, the pain in his palm caused a burst of paralysis in his body.
"You can handle it yourself," the voice faded away. "I have more interesting things to do. Goodbye."
The sound disappeared.
The chill in the air also disappeared.
And Meng Fuling's eyes slowly changed back to black and white after the owner of the voice left.
He took a step forward.
Xiaolan took half a step back, then rushed to his companion and pulled the iron rope.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaolan," Fengtang whispered in Xiaolan's ear, "If that person really plans to let Meng Fuling kill you, he will tie you up too."
"What do you mean?" Qin Yin struggled from left to right.
"The person he wants to get rid of may not be Xiaolan," Maple Sugar gasped as the iron rope tightened. "It may also be... it's Meng Fuling."
Xiaolan raised her face and stared at Meng Fuling, who was approaching step by step.
Does that person trust himself so much?
"What should I do if I can't beat him?" Xiaolan looked calm, but these words came out from between her teeth.
When Qin Yin heard Xiaolan's words, she struggled even harder, and the black iron ropes made several deep marks on her thighs, waist and abdomen.
"Wait a minute," Xiaolan stood up and stopped Meng Fuling, "Let's talk."
Meng Fuling really stood still.
The next second, he disappeared on the spot.
"Behind Xiaolan!" Baomu shouted fiercely.
Xiaolan turned around quickly, and the end of the spirit-locking whip lit up.
"Unloading the Spirit Detective!"
The ball of light passed by and nothing happened.
A silver light flickered on the top of his forehead.
Whoosh!
A golden talisman flew from afar, and happened to be imprinted on the shadow that gradually appeared in the air. The Taoist priest made a move, and the iron rope suddenly tightened, making him groan.
Xiaolan jumped away in one step.
"Baomu, where is he?"
"Baomu... Baomu fainted," Qin Yin's face turned the color of pig liver, "He just... fainted right after he finished speaking..."
"What's going on..."
"Shua——"
Xiao Lan had just finished asking the question when the skin on the outside of his left leg suddenly felt cold, the muscles softened, and it took half a second for blood to gush out of the wound.
pain!
Xiaolan almost knelt on the ground, but fortunately she reacted in time and immediately shifted her weight to the other leg.
The pain is very painful, but it seems different from the original pain.
This time the pain was only in the flesh.
But Meng Fuling didn't know that after the sneak attack was successful, he appeared, carrying the dagger that had been with him for a long time, and walked over with a sinister smile.
"The last one," Meng Fuling raised his dagger, "you are the last one."
"I'm not," Xiaolan pretended to be weak due to poisoning, and started to blunder, "I think you are mistaken. Your place is Wangcheng. There is indeed a girl who looks very similar to me..."
Hisoka's memories appeared in Xiaolan's mind.
At that time, the girl was at the waterside to stop the residents of the royal city from waterboarding the weirdos.
"That's the princess," Xiaolan rambled. "I've always said that this royal city has nothing to do with me. Now I understand that you are talking about that person, not me. There is no point in killing me..."
Qin Yin sighed helplessly.
With such a vulgar routine, how does she look like a heroine?
Meng Fuling grinned and said, "In that circle, you are the one who wants to kill me, right?"
Xiaolan was choked all of a sudden.
This is... irrefutable.
"You took my things," Meng Fuling's smile turned cold, "it's time to give it back to me."
Meng Fuling rushed over. Xiaolan gave up acting and jumped far away, touching the ground.
"Humph," Meng Fuling did not move, but put down his hand and placed the dagger on the head of the unconscious Baomu, "You are right, there is no point in catching you, come here by yourself."
As soon as Meng Fuling finished speaking, Xiaolan appeared behind him through the space, raised the spirit-locking whip and whipped it.
As if he had guessed Xiaolan's movements, Meng Fuling turned his head and dodged, twisted and kicked, and the spirit-locking whip was swung in the air, and Xiaolan received a solid kick in the abdomen.
She flew far away.
"Hahahaha," Meng Fuling put her feet back, "Come on, come again."
"You bastard! Let Baomu go! Come at me if you can!" Qin Yin was so angry that she felt like she was about to pounce and bite him, "Why are you bullying Baomu! How dare you kick Xiaolan! I..."
Meng Fuling really came towards her. Perhaps because he thought she was too noisy, he picked up the iron rope that tied Qin Yin with one hand and placed the dagger stained with Xiaolan's blood in front of her neck.
"Who are you scaring?" Qin Yin was so angry that he even forgot about fear.
Xiaolan appeared from the right side of Meng Fuling. Instead of attacking, she hugged his arm holding the dagger tightly.
The dagger twirled at Meng Fuling's fingertips. He held the knife in his backhand and raised his elbow to stab Xiaolan behind him.
"Xiaolan!"
After the Taoist priest finished shouting, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Xiaolan resisted the strength of Meng Fuling's arm, and reversed the direction of the dagger at the last moment, and the sharp blade instantly penetrated her shoulder.
"Xiaolan!" Qin Yin cried, desperately pulling his hand out of the iron rope, "Run! You run first! Run back!"
Qin Yin fell back to the ground, Xiaolan drew a finger and disappeared again.
Isn't it just traveling through space?
Appeared again, behind Qin Yin.
Xiaolan grabbed the iron rope on Qin Yin's body and prepared to pull her back to the others, but Meng Fuling seemed to guess her position again and knocked her down with one punch. Xiaolan raised her arms and planned to roll aside.
, Meng Fuling stepped forward, put her left elbow on Xiaolan's neck, swung the dagger with her right hand, and stabbed towards her heart.
"This heart is mine!"
This is not...
"This is not yours!" Xiaolan's hands were pressed under Meng Fuling's knees, and she had no ability to attack at all. She could only scream with red eyes, "This is Xiaoxiao's heart!"
Xiaoxiao.
Meng Fuling's movements seemed to slow down suddenly.
Xiaolan gasped and looked around.
Not only Meng Fuling, but the struggles of his companions also slowed down, as if they were playing a super-slow-speed video.
What's going on?
Could it be that he has already started to walk around?
My movements are still normal.
Perhaps, we can take this opportunity...
Just as she was thinking about how to escape, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Xiaolan's ears.