Killer Crossover: Sixth Miss of the General's Mansion

Chapter 219
The person who controls the sound of the flute disperses the sound through internal resistance. If it weren't for this slight deep breath that leaked his whereabouts, it would have been well hidden.

Things that were too late to doubt just now are revealed now.

No wonder there are a large number of Red Flame Snakes here, it turned out to be like this.

It is people who use the sound of the flute to control them.

Ling Yue, who was fighting, turned her fierce eyes, her face was no longer ferocious anger, but a strong murderous look, she tapped her toes lightly, and flew towards the direction where she found the opening.

In a flash of lightning, the long arm flicked, and the short knife with internal force flew to the raised place on the ground, where the person who was concentrating on practicing the flute turned his body to the side, avoided the vital point, and pierced his shoulder.

The person who was originally crawling in the sand was suddenly destroyed, causing his internal strength to rebound, his heart tightened, and he spat out a big mouthful of blood from his clutched chest.

I saw a man with long hair and shawls, his age was unclear, his body was covered with yellow sand, and his sinister and vicious eyes were full of unthinkable.

He saw a young young man standing in front of him in an instant, watching everything indifferently with haughty eyes, arrogant and supercilious.

He couldn't believe that everything he had paid was ruined in one go, and it was still from the hands of the person in front of him.

Unwillingly, he said with resentment: "How did you discover my existence, and why weren't you attracted by the sound of the flute?" Ruthless, his soul-stirring technique is useless to her?

How could it be useless? ?
"Hmph, I don't pay much attention to that little master." She was arrogant, looking at his trembling lips with anger, she wanted to piss him off.

I was almost fooled, but fortunately I stopped in time.

Unexpectedly, there was something similar to modern hypnosis in ancient times. Once bewitched, it will really harm people.

"Say it again? How could this be a small trick? Do you know the art of insanity?" His face was full of excitement, how could this be possible?

How dare a young brat like her speak wildly?

In order to practice this spell, he practiced in seclusion for ten years before he slowly realized it. She thought it was a trivial skill?

Not long ago, he successfully left the customs. He was invited by someone to come to assassinate him. He wanted to try the result he was proud of, but he didn't expect to be despised by others. How could his heart swallow this bad breath?
"Isn't it just the soul-hunting technique? What's the big deal? It's really a fuss. Looking around, anyone can do it." Ling Yue looked coldly at the hand that slowly moved to his waist.

A sly smile flashed in his eyes, and he said unwillingly:
"Are you saying that anyone can do it? Impossible. I have worked hard for ten years to realize this. Who is smarter than me? Hahaha..."

At the moment of laughing, he threw a bag of red powder at Ling Yue. Who dares to say that he is wrong, the price is death.

Ling Yue had been prepared for a long time, and he slapped him back with a quick slap, and all the powder kicked up by the palm wind returned to his body.

The smile stopped, eyes widened in astonishment, and he stood there dumbfounded.

A disdainful smile appeared on Ling Yue's cold face, dare to make plots in front of her?I just don't know how to live or die.

She didn't end his life with a palm, it was already a great kindness, and letting him stay alive for a moment was not to let him plot against her again!

(End of this chapter)