Feng Manxiu took a breath, his expression unusually deep.
"I think that's not witchcraft, that... should be soul-stirring!"
"Psychomania?!"
Xue Qianli didn't know about soul-obsessing, so after hearing these three, he instinctively expressed doubts
"It is a strange skill of Feng Lin Shadow. The caster can control the soul of the person being cast and make others become his servants! If the legend is not false, then it is obvious that the heroine's soul-stirring skill
It is far more powerful than ordinary soul-stirring techniques, and it has reached the level of controlling their minds instantly!"
Stopping to speculate, Feng Manxiu suddenly had an ominous premonition for some reason.
…
"Murong Wushuang, one day I will make your life worse than death!"
…
A sharp and hateful voice suddenly flashed through his ears
At the same time, a face flashed before my eyes
The man's face was wearing a golden mask, and his charming eyes were full of murderous intent.
"The golden mask is Feng Lin Shadow's elder-level mask, right?!"
he suddenly asked sharply
Xue Qianli was slightly startled, then answered after a moment
"It seems so. They are indeed divided into levels according to color. Dark purple is the Shadow King, the top existence, black is the lowest level of Shadow Assassin, and then dark red..."
"Qianli, stay here and help me handle state affairs for the time being!"
Feng Manxiu suddenly bent over and held his shoulders.
"Where are you going?!"
Xue Qianli raised her eyebrows in confusion
"I'm going to find Wushuang. This woman is very likely to be detrimental to her!"
As Feng Manxiu said this, he stood up and rushed out the door.
"But……"
Xue Qianli only had time to utter the word "but", but Feng Manxiu had already disappeared.
Only the cotton felt curtain hanging on the study room is still gently swaying
Poor Xue Qianli had no choice but to lean back on the chair again and sigh at the ridge of the roof.
Reluctantly, I gave up my idea of finding a chance to meet the fisherman girl for the time being.
After sighing, he couldn't help but become solemn.
I pray in my heart that my good friend’s worries are just unnecessary.
But for some reason, when he thought of the words "Siren Charming Art", his eyelids jumped up.