"Mr. Faxben, what have you been doing for the past two days?"
Xin Li realized that Rouen Faxi had been locking himself in his room for the past two days.
Xin Li had originally asked Lisa and Mo Er to take a look.
Did something happen to Rouen Faxben?
But the two of them were too lazy to care. They always said that nothing would happen to Rouen Faxi.
Rouen Faxben finally came out of his room today.
However, his face was haggard and his eyes were lifeless.
"It's all your uncle's fault," Rouen complained. "I've been working outside, and he insisted that I create a magic tool."
Rouen Faxi could only craft magic tools for 48 hours straight without sleep.
"Maybe Uncle needs it urgently." Xin Li couldn't blame Chen Zhao, who she respected.
She instinctively found an excuse for her uncle.
"This is used to suppress one's aura. Your uncle only needs this thing when he unleashes his full strength. In North America, no one really needs him to unleash his full strength, so this magic tool is not in a hurry."
The magic tool itself was not a very complicated magic tool.
However, it was troublesome, and there was a certain degree of difficulty in some of the detailed steps.
"Are you ready? Mr. Farseburn. "
"It's done. I'll go out for a while and send this to your uncle," Rouen said.
"Mr. Faxben, let me help you. You can have a good rest today."
"Well … Alright." Rouen Faxi was happy to relax and handed the ring-shaped magic item to Xin Li.
Xin Li took the ring and left the hotel.
At this moment, Xin Li's shoulder was bumped by someone who was coming towards her.
Xin Li looked up subconsciously. "I'm sorry."
The man who bumped into her shoulder was wearing a hood. He turned around and glared at Xin Li.
"Be careful when you walk."
After the man left, Xin Li stuck out her tongue.
At this moment, the receptionist at the entrance of the hotel walked over and patted Xin Li's shoulder.
"Miss, your things were stolen by that guy."
The greeter was obviously a local and knew some of the gangsters and scoundrels here.
However, he was also very careful. After the man left, he walked over to remind Xin Li.
Xin Li was stunned for a moment, then she left and searched her body.
His wallet, phone, and the ring were gone.
"Oh no."
Xin Li anxiously chased after the man who had left.
"Stop right there!"
The man broke into a run.
Xin Li was not slow at all.
She was a spiritualist to begin with, so her physique was stronger than that of ordinary people.
Moreover, when they were at Mingyue Villa, Chen Zhao would give her all sorts of supplements every now and then.
Therefore, her physique was much better than that of ordinary spiritualists.
However, the thief was also a local bully, so he was not slow to begin with.
In addition, he was familiar with the local terrain.
Xin Li was unable to catch up immediately.
Climb over a wall, jump over a barricade, or crawl into a building.
All of these made Xin Li feel strained and troubled.
Fortunately, Xin Li's stamina was good. Even if she had to run a long distance, she was still able to keep up with him.
After running for a while, the thief also felt a little tired.
He originally thought that as long as he persisted for a while, the little girl behind him would be left behind.
The result was beyond his expectations. That little girl was really good at running.
The thief gritted his teeth and finally stopped. He turned around and saw Xin Li chasing after him.
"Little girl, do you want to die?"
Looking at the vicious thief in front of her, Xin Li remained calm.
No matter how vicious the thief was, he was just an ordinary person.
But she was a spiritualist and a Curse Witch.
"Give it back to me, or I won't go easy on you."
"F * ck off, or I'll kill you." The thief took out a dagger and slashed it in the air, staring at Xin Li fiercely.
Seeing that the thief was unwilling to give it back, Xin Li had no choice but to attack.
Staring at the thief, Xin Li chanted a silent spell.
A red thread drilled into the thief's body.
The thief did not notice it at all.
The thief's breathing became heavier and heavier. He panted heavily.
For some reason, he had already stopped.
But the thief felt his body getting heavier and his breathing became more difficult.
It was as if he had run a marathon.
Xin Li saw that her Weaken spell did not seem to be very effective on the thief.
Weaken would weaken the opponent's physique to a certain extent.
However, the stronger the physique, the weaker it would be.
Of course, this was also because Xin Li did not use her full strength.
Seems like I went too easy on him, Xin Li thought.
Xin Li used Weaken again. This time, it was five times stronger.
Weaken wasn't fatal. Even the most serious Weaken spell would only need to lie in bed for a few days to recover.
The thief suddenly felt his legs turn to jelly. He could not even stand. With a thud, he fell to the ground.
The thief opened his eyes and watched as Xin Li walked to him.
She took out the things he had just stolen.
Xin Li found her wallet, ring, and phone that had been stolen.
Xin Li looked at the thief on the ground with a sense of pleasure.
She kicked the thief. "I'll let you go this time."
Xin Li was still soft-hearted. If it was someone else from the Supernatural Organization, one kick would probably make him bedridden for three to five months.
Just then, a cold light shot down from above.
Xin Li's heart froze. She realized the danger.
But her body could not react in such a short time.
Xin Li tried her best to move away, but the cold light had already pierced her chest.
Wah —
Xin Li took two steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just then, a pale-faced man jumped down from the balcony of a house not far away.
The pale-faced man stopped a few meters in front of Xin Li.
"Do you know where this is? This is Blackford, my territory. All spiritualists have to follow my rules here, but you dared to use magic on my people. "
The pale-faced man raised the gun in his hand. The gun was made of gold.
The man stuffed a golden bullet into it.
Normal people did not know. Only spiritualists did.
Gold had a very powerful anti-magic effect.
The golden bullet the man used was specially made to deal with spiritualists.
Xin Li's face was also very pale.
"This guy stole my things … I just wanted to take them back."
"He's my subordinate," the pale-faced man said coldly.
The pale-faced man said coldly, "Moreover, a spiritualist actually had something stolen by an ordinary person. That can only mean that your ability is inferior."
"You're unreasonable." Xin Li's face showed an unusual redness. Blood rushed to her head, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Give me the things and get out of my territory."
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