Chapter 302 (1/2)

It's still three seconds of vertigo time, regardless of the level, but now Yan Mengmeng, the soul sect, doesn't have enough time.

In two seconds, he came to the son and took out his sword. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the son's throat, only one centimeter away from him.

At this time, just as the son returned to normal, his sight became clear and his body moved.

”Hiss ~”

It hurts. What is it?

The confused son felt a trace of pain in his throat and unconsciously stepped back two steps.

Gently too thin, a trace of blood stuck to his hand. Seeing this red in his eyes, the son suddenly changed his face and was very frightened.

”That was...”

Yan Mengmeng smiled at him and said, ”Oh, that's what you think.”

The son was stunned and couldn't believe it.

What do you mean? That's what he thought. He just had a blank mind, okay.

Wait, was that... Soul control?

Yes, it must be.

The soul ring on the little girl flashed just now, and then he didn't realize it. Only this explanation can make sense.

After thinking about this, the son smiled: ”it's a powerful soul control skill, but how many times can you use this?”

The son who said this was very confident.

Indeed, such powerful soul control skills on the mainland can not be used continuously.

Even Yan Mengmeng can't. There is still a cooling time of more than ten minutes.

The words of the son made these confused people understand that it was not the son who didn't respond, but the soul control skill.

No, is that a sword in your Highness's hand?

Can the sword soul also use the control soul skill?

With doubt, the crowd then looked down.

Yan Mengmeng looked at him without fear, and even said calmly, ”I can't use it for the time being, but you've lost. I've finished teaching, haven't I?”

Son of God: This

A word made the son speechless. From time to time, some laughter came from the crowd, which made the son a little embarrassed.

He was in high spirits to find fault, bah, to challenge, but he dismissed himself with one move. What's more, he did it when he didn't know anything.

The most important thing is that the lottery is still up.

The more you think about it, the more angry you are. At this time, the son is about to become an iceman, but it's hard to do it again. Indeed, if Yan Mengmeng didn't keep his hand just now, he might have gone to heaven.

If you do it now, the son's face will really be lost today.

In desperation, the Holy Son left a sentence: ”I've learned. The saint junior sister is really gifted. I won't keep my hand next time when there is a big competition in the door.” so he took the man away in frustration.

The pace was fast because it was evacuated in the laughter of the crowd.

Looking at his far back, and feeling people's laughter and admiring eyes, Yan Mengmeng nodded with great satisfaction.

This feeling is really good!

Then, Yan Mengmeng took her little sisters back and continued her daily life of idleness, immortality and death.

”Your Highness was so handsome just now. You didn't see the face of the son. It's all blue!”

”Yes, there's no genius son. As a result, I can't catch a move.”

“……”

Listening to the praise of these young ladies and sisters, Yan Mengmeng felt that if she could say more, she would say more!

One word, cool!

Cool Yan Mengmeng almost forgot what she was going to ask just now.

Yan Mengmeng suddenly woke up and became serious. Looking at her little sisters, they were also very interesting and quiet in an instant.

Yan Mengmeng asked, ”what did the Holy Son say about the big ratio in the door just now? What was that for?”