Poison Concubine Playing Evil King: Miss Beast Controlling

Wang Shuishui's actions successfully attracted everyone's attention. At this time, everyone also noticed that Vice President Wang's appearance seemed to be a bit wrong. The sweat on his forehead had already wet the ground under him.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Wang Shuishui already realized that the problem must be in the black scroll in his grandfather's hand.

So he reached out and grabbed the black scroll.

All of this was felt by Vice President Wang. Although Wang Shuishui was a puddle of mud that couldn't support the wall, he was still his grandson after all, and he was also the grandson he had been guarding so hard all his life. How could he I can't bear to see my grandson just like me.

At this time, he finally made a sound: "Shui Shui, don't, don't come here! Don't touch that black scroll!"

But it was too late for his reminder, and before his voice fell, Wang Shuishui's hand had already grabbed the black scroll!

So it was too late to let go, and Wang Shuishui's soul power instantly flowed towards the black scroll like water.

"Master Shui, Vice President!" Those confidants of Vice President Wang didn't know if they were out of their minds at this time, but they also stretched out their hands towards Wang Shuishui and Vice President Wang in a strange way.

It was good that the hand didn't touch their bodies, but when the hand just touched their bodies, they felt their soul power rushing out uncontrollably.

"Not good!" A confidant shouted, but it was impossible to evacuate any more.

Because their hands seem to be stuck with glue, there is no way to break free.

"Look at me!" A follower of the alchemist showed his weapon, a machete, and rushed over.

"Hi!" The follower yelled, and then the big knife in his hand slashed at the arm of one of the alchemists.

In his mind, as long as the arm is broken, the person can be saved.

Although becoming disabled, it's better than losing your life.

But just when his blade touched the arm of the alchemist, he couldn't cut it any further. At this time, the soul in his body also passed through the blade along his arm, and then passed through the body of the alchemist. , Flowing towards Wang Shuishui, of course, Wang Shuishui is just a channel, and everyone's soul power converges towards the black scroll.

"What's going on here?" This question popped up in everyone's mind.

No one could answer, but when everyone looked at the black scroll again, their eyes were full of horror, that scroll was too weird.

"Sheng Tianyang, does that black scroll belong to your alchemist guild?" Shi Sen asked in a deep voice at this time.

"No, no, our guild only has one scroll of black recipes, and it's still on the table!" Sheng Tianyang walked to the long table while talking, then picked up a scroll of black recipes, and showed it to Shi Sen.

Strange, since it is not something from the Alchemists Guild, why did it appear here, who brought it?

Yao Lan shocked the sky, Wen Renyue, Dao Bai Li Xiao, Wen Yi and others did not care about Vice President Wang, Wang Shuishui was still the life and death of those confidantes, and now they only care about one person, that is Feng Shitian.

At this moment, although Feng Shitian's face looked a little tired, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.