Don't Even Think About Controlling Me

The fire inside the ruined temple had slowly begun to die down. Di Qun felt herself growing truly drowsy, and bit by bit, she forced herself to stay alert.

She shifted slightly, but what she did not know was that a cloud of black mist was slowly rising within the ruined temple. It drifted toward Di Qun, wisps of black qi floating over, and Di Qun felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

For some reason, even though she wanted to stay a little more alert, she could not lift her eyelids at all, and all at once she fell into a deep sleep.

After she fell asleep, the Masked Man sent his black qi little by little toward Ao Xin and Qin Xi as well. Like some kind of knockout incense, it made the two of them sleep heavily, with no sign of waking.

Black qi coiled around the Masked Man's mirror as it floated toward the Mediocre Death God, whose head was covered with a black bag. Looking at the Mediocre Death God before him, the Masked Man's mirror gave a hard twist to the left.

A gust of wind blew past, and the black hood on the Mediocre Death God's face dropped away. He looked at the mirror before him.

He spoke to it with great respect. "Master, I truly did my utmost this time. Please forgive me, Master. Please spare my life."

He was truly terrified. After all, he was already a dead man, but the Masked Man was even darker and more destructive. He was afraid that if the Masked Man grew angry, he really would condemn him to death.

In his daze, Qin Xi felt as if someone were talking beside his ear. He had already become wary and wanted to wake himself up,