Jing Changle was unfazed by this, while Hao Rong stood twenty meters away, watching the scene with a vacant expression. What just happened?
Luo Yirui squatted down beside the two, gently patted their faces, and quickly saw anger flash across their expressions. Luckily, they weren't completely paralyzed.
"Why did you want to capture me?" Luo Yirui asked.
The two remained silent, staring coldly at Luo Yirui.
Luo Yirui smiled faintly, "Not going to talk, huh?" With that, he pulled out the Yellow Talisman and a pen, quickly crafting a Xuan Talisman that burned out, spreading powder over the two of them.
At first, they felt nothing, but soon realized something was wrong.
It itched so much!
Their eyes started darting around. At first, they could tolerate the itching, but it soon became unbearable, causing them to alternately roll their eyes and blink madly, eventually groaning in discomfort.
"Still not going to say anything?" Luo Yirui asked leisurely, observing them.
