Yao Yan showed a struggling look. The magic bow string in his hand flashed, slowly faded, and then disappeared, losing the support of the bow string, and the magic bow also changed its shape and no longer had its bow shape.

"Tsk, you're still struggling." Delar looked at the minstrel, "This kid won't break free from your control."

"How is this kid's power is so weak that it is impossible to exempt my spiritual domination. Don't worry." The minstrel smiled, "Toys will struggle, this is interesting, isn't it?"

"Hahahaha..." Delar laughed wildly again. He stuffed the dagger in his hand to Yao Yan, pointed at Brothel and said, "Go, kill that mage."

Yao Yan took the dagger, and another look of struggle appeared on his face. The minstrel smiled and sang a song. The strange tone made people unable to help but feel dizzy after listening to it. Even Catherine, who was exhausted, became dizzy. At this time, Fanny had already walked to her side, looked at her condescendingly, and said, "Catherine, do you regret it now?"

"Ph!" Catherine glared at Fanny angrily, "I will not surrender even if I die."

"You can die, but after I have fun."

As he said that, Fanny slowly began to take off his clothes.

He was slow and obviously enjoyed the despair in Catherine's eyes.

"Go quickly, go quickly!" Seeing that Yao Yan was still struggling, Delar urged, and the minstrel also accelerated the melody.

Yao Yan finally moved. He slowly began to move amid the screams of Catherine and the laughter of the crowd. He was obviously still resisting. He pushed his hands in front of him, as if he was walking along an invisible wall. His limbs and arms were twitching strangely, making strange movements with the melody, as if an electric current was flowing on his body, and wherever he went, he began to twitch. Sometimes, Delar even doubted whether human joints could make such movements.

"No, is this still resisting?" He turned to the minstrel and said, "Can you do it?"

The rhythm of the minstrel changed and turned into a heavy and rhythmic music. Yao Yan's body stiffened. As opposed to the moment, now he seemed to have every joint stiffened, like a puppet, moving mechanically one by one. Sometimes he stretched out his legs, but his knee joint suddenly lost control, becoming powerless, allowing his calf to swing in the air. Sometimes, his hand had just stretched out, but suddenly collapsed without any force, his whole body staggering, and his walking speed became slower and slower.

The minstrel did not believe in evil anymore. His rhythm changed again. His dynamic rhythm was faintly chanting from a girl. This time, Yao Yan had just taken a step, but instead stopped. The resistance expression on his face had just appeared, and it seemed that he was pressed down by something. He stretched out one hand and pressed his head, grabbed his belt with the other hand, and tapped a finger on his lower body. He seemed to struggle to move forward, straddling forward hard, lifting it more than ten times, but his feet did not move at all.

The sound of the guin's piano became more and more anxious. Yao Yan finally couldn't resist. He began to move forward slowly this time without any resistance. But when everyone saw that he was walking forward, he was walking forward after a while, but after walking backwards.

"Huh..." Delar widened his eyes. He felt very magical. He was obviously moving forward, so how could he retreat? Finally, Yao Yan couldn't resist. He stopped retreating and stood up. He began to lean forward. He obviously wanted to move forward, but his feet were as if they were nailed to the ground and could not move. Soon, his whole body turned into a 45-degree angle to the ground, but he had not fallen yet.

"No... can you stop like this?" Delar was stunned.

This inclination is not without limits. Soon Yao Yan lay directly on the ground. He grabbed the ground with both hands, but his feet were about to move forward. He turned around his body with both feet, and then kicked up suddenly. He turned around the ground with his hands and head as the fulcrum, one circle, two circles...

Then, he seemed to have lost his strength and lay down on the ground, wriggling on the ground like a big bug.

"I've never seen such an evil guy." The minstrel finally gave up. "This guy is very strange. You'd better kill him."

"Okay...it seems that the beauty's call works." Delar squatted down, trying to retrieve the dagger from Yao Yan's hand, but he froze at the moment he squatted down.

With a "squeak", a blue arc of electric power rose from his body, and then a fleshy fragrance floated out of his body. Yao Yan jumped up like a cheetah, rolled up, and grabbed the Magic Bow. Although he had walked for a long time just now, he was still wandering near the place. The Magic Bow was at his feet. When he stood up, the Magic Bow had changed its form. An arrow had shot out and shot straight into the minstrel's chest.

"Huh!" In a hurry, the arrow did not hit the target. The minstrel rolled in a mess and avoided the arrow. Yao Yan's second arrow had already shot out.

"Stop!" Fanny, who was taking off his clothes, shouted, raised his hands and was about to cast his spell, but his neck suddenly cooled, and a dagger was placed on his neck: "You are going to stop."

"Shute!" Catherine screamed in surprise. She couldn't remember why Shute was not dead. Shute smiled at him: "Surprised? I was also surprised, and I would like to ask Yao Yan."

Catherine's face turned red. She looked at Sult and asked, "Did you see it just now?"

"What did you see?" Xiu Te pretended to be stupid.

"You...humph! There is no good thing for men!" As he said that, Catherine flew up and kicked directly under Fanny's crotch. Fanny's eyes bulged out and he bent down suddenly. He could hear a clattering sound coming from his crotch, and he was incontinent.

"Roar!" Just as the minstrel was forced to hide in a mess by Yao Yan's three consecutive arrows, something suddenly bit him. Before he could react, one foot had completely disappeared.

"Ah!" The minstrel screamed, and the harp in his hand shone brightly, and he was about to perform magic. A giant sword was already resting on his neck. The minstrel, who had lost one foot, knelt down.

Yao Yan put down the bow in his hand, came to the minstrel with a smile, and asked him, "Is the dance I dance good?"

"Good... good-looking..." The situation suddenly changed, and the minstrel didn't even understand what was going on. Now he realized that he had no control over the boy.
Chapter completed!