Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 239 Spiritual Shackles
He was wrong, he shouldn't have paused in his speech...

The priest glanced in the direction where Della was sleeping, and was a little jealous. That lunatic Elvis protected her completely, and she was not affected by the cold air at all.

"If you reduce the strength of the secret medicine, you may be able to extend the time."

Yi Ke gathered his robe, looked extremely weak, coughed, then overcame the shadow and continued to answer.

"That will still affect her memory, but..."

"Just what?"

Elvis moved, sat at the table, took a cup and poured himself a cup of cold tea, and leaned on the back of the chair to drink lightly, his movements were elegant and coherent.

I don’t know when I actually liked using this method to sort out my thoughts...

"The immortals don't have concrete souls. Their spiritual power is almost connected to the heaven and the earth, making them even stronger."

Duke Dracula gracefully turned the exquisite porcelain cup in his hand. The patterns on it were intricate and unusual, containing all the totems of the great families of the Demonic Dao.

"So we can't judge whether she will take this opportunity to wake up."

"useless."

Since there is such a big disadvantage, he dared to bring it in front of him and say... Did he naively think that he would not dare to touch him because he was a priest?

The priest who is best at secret medicine and forbidden art in the clan is just a waste, not as good as the former one. That is the real power that can penetrate the world.

Yike broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly thought of something when he caught a glimpse of Elvis' cold eyes.

"My lord, your special ability is memory modification, why don't you...?"

"If my ability can take effect on her, can I still use you?"

"No, no... What I mean is that your spiritual power has also reached the level of realization?"

His Excellency the Duke didn't answer him. He smiled evilly with his thin lips, stretched out a slender finger to flick it, and the priest's black robe and hat were instantly lifted off, revealing the frightened old face inside.

"It's disgusting to keep hiding like this..."

Yi Ke wiped off his cold sweat, well...he knew the strength of the other party's mental strength.

"Use a kind of contract to tie your spiritual power together. More precisely, you use your spiritual power to turn it into a shackle and lock the other party's sealed memory."

Elvis reached back and stroked the cup, as if thinking about the feasibility of what he said.

"And this kind of running-in in advance can increase the success rate of the Symbiosis Festival."

Yi Ke was going all out, anyway, he couldn't change this lunatic's mind.

The handsome Duke raised his head, and the gleam in his blood eyes can be described as: After talking nonsense for so long, he finally spit out something useful...

"Your Excellency, the use of the forbidden area requires the unanimous consent of the highest level of the Council of Elders. You only have three days after the blood sacrifice...and you still need to persuade a prince to stand by your side..."

Not to mention how difficult those old things of the Council of Elders are, it is extremely difficult to find a prince, and almost all princes are in retreat.

"Why didn't you allow them to enter the upper echelons of the Council of Elders?" the priest asked cautiously, losing his black cloak to cover his face, he looked even more timid.

"This is not something you should care about..." The deep voice was magnetic, and Yike froze for a moment before stepping back, turning into a puff of black smoke and disappearing on the spot.

……

"My Arong..."

Elvis leaned over to look at the sleeping girl, reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers resting between her eyebrows.

"Don't blame me, I just don't want to miss it anymore, I'm not wrong!"

The surging spiritual power radiated out, turning into a long chain and penetrating into Della's spiritual realm. The chestnut-haired girl's beautiful brows suddenly frowned, revealing a painful expression.

The spiritual domain is rejecting external forces...

Elvis' face gradually paled, and her strength was stronger than she imagined.

However, after all, without conscious dominance, he was still half successful...

(End of this chapter)