Chapter 1896 Injured

"Mr. Faxiben, what have you been doing these two days?"

Xin Li discovered that Rouen Faxi had been locking herself in the room for the past two days.

Originally, Xinli asked Raisa and Moore to take a look.

Did something happen to Rouen Faxiben?

But the two of them were completely too lazy to care. They always said that nothing would happen to Rouen Faxi.

Rouen Faxiben finally came out of his room today.

But his face looked haggard and his eyes were lifeless.

"I'm not even your uncle yet. I'm still out there doing things, but he insists on making a magic prop for me." Rouen Faxiben complained.

Rouen Faxi could only work non-stop for forty-eight hours to make magic props.

"Maybe my uncle needs it urgently." Xin Li couldn't condemn Chen Zhao, whom she respected.

She instinctively made excuses for her uncle.

"This is used to suppress one's own aura. Your uncle wants this thing to be used only when he explodes with all his strength. In North America, no one really needs him to explode with all his strength, so there is no rush for this magic item."

This magic prop itself is not a very complicated magic prop.

It's just troublesome, and some of the fine steps are difficult.

"Then are you ready? Mr. Faxiben."

"It's ready. I'll go out and send this to your uncle." Rouen Faxiben said.

"Mr. Faxiben, let me run for you. You should have a good rest today."

"This... okay." Rouen Faxi was also happy and relaxed, and handed the ring-shaped magic item to Xin Li.

Xin Li took the ring, turned around and left the hotel.

At this moment, Xin Li's shoulder was hit by someone coming towards her.

Xin Li raised her head subconsciously: "I'm sorry."

The man who bumped into her shoulder was wearing a hood and looked back at Xin Li fiercely.

"Be careful when you walk."

After the man left, Xin Li stuck out her tongue.

At this moment, the greeter at the hotel door came over and patted Xin Li on the shoulder.

"Miss, your things were stolen by that guy."

The greeter was obviously a local and knew some of the gangsters here.

But he was also very careful. After the man left, he came over to remind Xin Li.

Xin Li was stunned for a moment, then left and touched the things on her body.

The wallet, cell phone and the ring were missing.

"Oops."

Xin Li immediately chased the man who left in a hurry.

"Stop."

The man ran away.

Xin Li's speed is not slow at all.

She was originally a psychic, and her physique was stronger than that of ordinary people.

Moreover, when she was at Mingyue Villa, Chen Zhao gave her all kinds of supplements every now and then.

Therefore, her physique is much better than that of ordinary psychics.

But the gangster who stole was also a local snake, and he was not slow in running.

Plus familiarity with the local terrain.

She was so stunned that Xin Li couldn't catch up immediately.

Climb a wall, jump over a barrier, or get into a building.

It all made Xin Li feel strenuous and embarrassed.

Fortunately, Xin Li had good physical strength, and even if she had to run a little longer, she still followed him closely.

After running for a while, the thief felt a little tired.

He originally thought that as long as he persisted for a while, the little girl behind him would be thrown away.

The result was beyond his expectation. The little girl was really good at running.

The thief gritted his teeth and finally stopped, turning his head to watch Xin Li chasing after him.

"Little girl, do you want to die?"

Looking at the vicious thief in front of her, Xin Li looked calm.

No matter how cruel the opponent is, he is just an ordinary person.

And she is a psychic, and she is also a curse witch.

"Give me your things back, or I'll be rude to you."

"Get out of here, or I'll kill you." The thief took out his dagger, slashed it in the air, and stared at Xin Li fiercely.

Seeing that the thief was unwilling to return the things to her, Xin Li seemed to have no choice but to take action.

Xin Li stared at the thief and uttered a silent curse.

A strand of red silk thread penetrated into the thief's body.

The thief was unaware of this.

The thief's breathing became heavier and heavier, panting heavily.

I don’t know why, but I have obviously stopped.

But the thief felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and it became difficult to breathe.

It was as if I had run a marathon.

Xin Li saw that her weak magic didn't seem to have a very obvious effect on the thief.

Weakness magic will weaken the opponent's physical ability to a certain extent.

However, the better the physical fitness, the worse the weakening.

Of course, it's also because Xin Li didn't use her full strength.

It seems that she started too lightly, Xin Li thought to herself.

Xin Li used weak magic again, this time Xin Li was directly strengthened five times.

The debilitating magic is not fatal. No matter how severe the debilitating magic is, you can recover by lying down for a few more days.

The thief suddenly felt that his legs were weak and he could no longer stand. He fell to the ground with a thud.

The thief opened his eyes and watched Xin Li walk in front of him.

He took out the property he had just stolen.

Xin Li found her stolen wallet, ring and mobile phone.

Xin Li glanced at the thief on the ground with a bit of pleasure.

He kicked the thief gently and said, "I'll spare you this time."

Xin Li was still soft-hearted. If it were someone else from the Supernatural Association, one kick would probably keep him in bed for three to five months.

At this moment, a cold light shot from above.

Xin Li felt a chill in her heart, having discovered the danger.

But the body was unable to respond in such a short period of time.

Xin Li tried her best to move away, but the cold light had already penetrated her chest.

Wow--

Xin Li took two steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, a pale man jumped from the balcony of a house not far away.

The pale man came a few meters away from Xin Li.

"Do you know where this is? This is Blackford, my territory. Any psychic here must abide by my rules, and you actually use magic on my people."

The pale man raised the gun in his hand. This gun was made of gold.

The man inserted a golden bullet.

Ordinary people don't know, only psychics know.