Chapter 535 Go to sleep in the basement (Updated during Dragon Boat Festival)

The two people's mental powers collided violently in the air.

At that moment, the air in the lounge seemed to be distorted, and a heavy muffled sound came out of thin air.

The muffled sound was extremely loud, as if something suddenly exploded, causing pain to the eardrums and heads of several people present.

The bodyguards guarding outside heard the sound and quickly opened the door and rushed in.

"BOSS! Miss Seven Kills!" The bodyguards surrounded Simon and Ruan Qi, pulled out the guns on their waists and pointed them at Demon Hawk and Jiang Chunian.

The killing is imminent.

The air in the room reached its peak.

Simon is not an ancient warrior and cannot feel the existence of spiritual power. But from Ruan Qi's actions and expression, he vaguely guessed that Jiang Chunian was trying to do something to him, but Ruan Qi blocked him.

Simon immediately drew his gun and pointed it at Jiang Chunian. His voice was cold: "Mr. Demong, and this Mr. Jiang, I think I need an explanation."

Demonhawk didn't know how to explain it.

Because he was dumbfounded.

No one knows better than him how powerful Jiang Chunian's mental control is. As an ordinary person, Demon Hawk even felt that Jiang Chunian was a god descended to earth to possess such magical means.

He thought that Jiang Chunian's mental control would be able to win every battle.

But I didn't expect that I would encounter a tough problem today.

Solomon's seven kills were actually able to withstand Jiang Chunian's methods, and he even fought back!

How is this possible?

How could Jiang Chunian's mental control fail?

If they can't control Simon, what about R7?

Demon Hawk's mind was in a mess, and he froze in place like a fool.

Simon didn't want to talk to a fool, so he turned his eyes to Jiang Chunian.

Jiang Chunian stared at Ruan Qi intently. After a moment, he said in a hoarse voice: "You are an ancient warrior."

He seemed to have determined Ruan Qi's nationality and spoke Chinese.

Ruan Qi did not answer him. She just put her hands in her sweater pockets and stood silently.

When Jiang Chunian saw that she didn't reply, he asked again without giving up: "Which family in China are you from?"

With such a strong spiritual power, Jiang Chunian only thought that Ruan Qi was from an ancient martial arts family in China. None of the ancient martial arts families in China are easy to get along with. If Jiang Chunian wants to return to the country during his lifetime, he cannot offend these people.

He looked at Ruan Qi with some fear, waiting for her answer.

But Ruan Qi couldn't speak.

She didn't bring a voice changer today. Once she spoke, Jiang's early-year acumen would definitely be able to guess her identity as Ruan Qi.

Then, he would most likely follow Ruan Qi's identity and find out what happened ten years ago.

Therefore, Ruan Qi decided to practice closed-mouth meditation.

She put her hands in her pockets and remained silent, exuding an aura of 'I don't want to talk to you'.

Jiang Chunian's eyes darkened, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand that was hanging on his body, and his long, pale fingers once again made strange gestures.

"Qi Yatou, he's going to do it again!"

Following Bai Li's warning, Ruan Qi's mental power reached its peak.

Just when the two mental powers were about to collide again, the door of the lounge suddenly sounded three times.

At the same time, a gentlemanly and elegant voice came in.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have to come in. Miss Qisha, my wife called just now. She said that if I can't find her savior, she will let me sleep in the basement tonight. Cute little Girl, please save me."