Chapter 1717: West mind

Cang and Sickle decisively retracted their fangs and claws.
"Say, what are you doing with us and want to attack us?"
Chen Yan looked at the two little monsters coldly.
If they are weak, they may not.
Itachi is a relatively famous monster in the Eastern mythology.
Strength is not necessarily weak.
But they are missing one.
Furthermore, they faced this big voter.
The momentum is even more extreme.
They now have no choice but to pretend to be poor.
"We ... we want to borrow your demon sword."
"Borrow? Will you be so elegant? Are you planning to steal or snatch?"
Chen Ye has seen both of them kill and rob in the street.
It's not soft at all.
Of course, Chen Yan was too lazy to care about them so much.
Anyway, here is Dong Yan, has a fart relationship with himself.
Unless it is the case now, it counts on his head.
Otherwise he wouldn't bother to care.
The East Ling Ling Realm is different from the North American Ling Realm.
The Dongling Spirit's countermeasures against monsters are mostly repression or transition.
For them, it doesn't matter how many people the monster kills.
The more fierce the monster is, the greater the merit if the crossover.
In North America, most of them are evil spirits. A few will have other monsters or Warcraft riots.
And as long as it is a life-threatening evil spirit or Warcraft, it is basically inevitable.
The size of the two regions is different.
Of course, because of different ideas.
So Chen Yan was too lazy to care how many people the two monsters killed.
There are no monsters who don't kill people in Dongying.
The difference is only in killing more or killing less.
Or it's the kind of funeral that ordinary people can't beat.
"What do you want the demon sword to do?"
It wasn't Chen Ye who looked down on them both.
Regarding their strength, let's not say whether they will be controlled by the demon sword if they take the demon sword.
Even if they can keep themselves, they can't make any waves.
Within half a day, people will be suppressed.
Especially here is Tokyo, the most dense area of ​​psychic and spiritual organization.
"No, no, no ... no, we want to borrow the demon sword to find our brother's medicine."
"Finding your brother has anything to do with coming to grab the demon sword?"
"Each demon sword has a kind of ability to hunt," Cang said. "As long as the blood of the prey is stained, the demon sword can be found even if the prey escapes to the ends of the earth."
"Do you have the blood of your brother?"
"Yes."
Chen Min touched his chin: "I'm going to help you find your brother. What's good for me?"
"Our brother medicine, he has a medicine pouch. The medicine in that medicine pouch can quickly treat trauma. As long as it is not the head or the key, any cutting trauma anywhere can be cured instantly," Si said.
Chen Kun was lost in thought, and this medicine seemed to be of little use to himself.
But think about your family and the people in the association.
This medicine is very useful to them, after all, there is a time for emergency.
"Are you sure your brother is alive?"
"Of course, our three brothers are of the same origin, and if the medicine dies, we will not be able to live."
The two brothers were so eager to save the medicine.
Not only because of the affection of brothers.
At the same time, because the lives of the three brothers are linked.
If any one dies, the other two will die together.
This is the case of the Sickle family, three brothers in a nest.
Same root, but at the same time life and death.
So the family of Weasel has been a very short helper since ancient times.
"Okay, then help you out." After a brief consideration, Chen Yun agreed quickly.
Just then, Portia pushed in and saw more than twenty people in the room.
Chen Yan also carried two mice in his hand.
"Ah ... mouse ..."
"These guys are so boring." Gaia stepped forward, clutching Portia's shoulders. "Catch the two mice, and just have fun there, let's go to other rooms."
Portia hurried out of the room with Gaia.
"Is Dongdong's rats so big?" Portia asked with a lingering fear.
Such a big mouse is definitely a big shock for her.
Just think of the two mice.
She felt like she would have nightmares tonight.
...
"No, I can't feel it at all." Chen Yan shook his head.
The blood of the ferret's medicine was smeared, but Chen Yi could not feel the existence of the medicine, let alone his position.
However, there is no other way, after all, Chen Yan is not driven by the demon sword at all.
Of course, you can't enjoy the ability given by the demon sword.
To Chen Kun, the monster knife has no other purpose except that it is sharper than ordinary sharp tools.
"I'll try it," West said just then.
"West, this demon sword will control people, are you sure?" Chen Yan looked at West hesitantly.
He didn't want his own people to take such a risk in order to save a monster.
"President, I'm confident," West said.
"President, I can give Mr. West a soul light to protect his consciousness from being eroded," said Moore Raz.
"I have a spiritual pendant here, which can also prevent consciousness from being eroded," said Rouen Facheben.
He was more concerned about the deal.
I am mainly interested in that pouch.
When the time comes, he can use it for research.
"Well, you first apply magic to West and hang that pendant of mind." Chen Yan said, "West, if I find something wrong with you, don't blame me for making you faint. . "
"Well, I know." West nodded slightly.
After Moore Raz applied magic to West.
Rouen Facheben also took out a heart pendant and put it on West.
Chen Ye kept Fali, Xiao Gelin, and Larissa behind him.
He didn't want his family to be in trouble.
The moment when West took the demon sword.
West's body instantly turned into a samurai, releasing a red demon.
Everyone watched West with vigilance.
After all, they weren't sure if West could keep his heart.
"West, are you okay now?"
West opened his eyes silently and turned to Chen Yan: "No problem, the demon sword did not affect my mind."
Chen Min found that West's response was much smaller than he thought.
Chen Yan felt that even without the soul pendant and Moore Raz's magic, West would probably be able to resist the control of the demon sword.
I didn't expect West to be so determined.
"Can you feel where the medicine is?"
West gently wiped the blood on the demon knife, smelled it on his nose, and nodded: "Yes."
"Great, where is he? Where is he now?" Kam and Cang asked impatiently.