I traveled through the plane space with the trading system

Zan Feng, accompanied by his eight bodyguards and armed with weapons, charged aggressively towards the enemy camp.

Zan Feng led the crowd with a stern look and a sharp gaze. Each of them held the sword tightly in their hands and pounced towards the men in black like a tiger descending from the mountain.

At this moment, the air was filled with a tense and intense atmosphere, as if even the wind had stopped blowing. The eight guards moved with vigor and agility, their bodies like swimming dragons, their swords like gusts of wind, and each strike contained endless power and murderous intent.

The sword flashed, emitting a cold light that was chilling.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the group of men in black did not dare to slack off. They all displayed their unique skills, dodging, blocking, and counterattacking, engaging in a thrilling life-and-death struggle with the eight guards.

For a moment, the flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers crisscrossed, shouts of killing rose and fell, and the whole scene fell into chaos...

Meng Kexin, who was hiding in a dense tree, raised the corner of her mouth slightly and snorted contemptuously.

Her beautiful yet stern face revealed a hint of disdain and ridicule, and she sneered unabashedly, "You really don't know your own limitations!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gripped the gun tightly in her hand without hesitation and pulled the trigger skillfully.

As the crisp sound of gunfire rang out, bullets shot out as fast as lightning, flying towards the man in black below with incredible precision.

Every shot was fired with determination and resolve, as if to completely defeat the enemies.

After a while, the only one left on the battlefield was the man in black who had injured Ye Muyuan, who was also the leader of these people.

Meng Kexin pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew towards the black-clad man's leg and hit his knee accurately.

"what…"

The man in black screamed, fell to his knees, and made grunting sounds.

Zan Feng stepped forward and tied up the man with a rope in a few seconds. He then pinched his mouth open to check if there was any poison hidden in his teeth.

But what is strange is that there is no poison in his teeth. Could it be that this person is not Deadpool?

Several people brought the man in black to Ye Muyuan. Meng Kexin was standing next to him. He heard Meng Kexin ask, "Who are you and why are you here?"

The man in black raised his chin, looking extremely annoyed. "Hmph, stop pretending. Now that I'm in your hands, you can kill me or chop me up as you please!"

Meng Kexin chuckled: "Oh, you're quite tough. I like it. Are you sure you don't want to say something?"

The man in black snorted coldly, turned his face away and said nothing.

Meng Kexin was not angry either. She smiled and said, "Since you refuse to accept my toast, don't blame me for being cruel."

Although Meng Kexin had a smile on her face, the words she said were chilling. The man in black shuddered for no reason, but Happy was stubborn and said nothing.

Meng Kexin threw a pill to Zan Feng and said, "Give him this. No matter how powerful he is, he won't be able to escape by rushing through the acupuncture points."

Ye Muyuan threw the stones in his hand at different parts of the black-clothed man's body, blocking his acupuncture points.

Zan Feng quickly took the pill from Meng Kexin and fed it to the man in black.

"Let me go, what did you give me to eat, you female devil!" Although the man in black could not move, he kept shouting.

"Female devil?" Meng Kexin smiled softly, "Let me guess, if I'm not mistaken, you should be from the Western Regions, right?"

The man in black opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "How do you know I'm from the Western Regions?"

Meng Kexin laughed heartily. "Generally speaking, people from the Western Regions are tall, with deep facial features, large, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and thick hair. And what you just said was the Western Region dialect, wasn't it? Besides, if I'm not mistaken, you should be a prince from the Western Regions, right?"

The man in black's eyes widened as he asked in disbelief, "How do you know everything? Are you a fortune teller?"

Meng Kexin remained silent. A seal appeared in her hand and she said, "This seal is the symbol of your identity. Am I right?"

Not to mention the man in black, even Ye Muyuan and the eight guards were so surprised that their mouths opened wide.

Then Meng Kexin continued, "So, Your Highness, aren't you going to say anything now?"

A conflicted look appeared in the black-clothed man's eyes, but he quickly turned indifferent. "Even though you know something about me, so what? I won't say a single word!"

Meng Kexin nodded, "Well done, I hope you can still be so stubborn later."

After she finished speaking, she shouted to Lei Can, "Lei Can, go get a bucket of water, put these two pills in the water to dissolve them, and then pour them on him to cool him down."

"Okay!" Lei Can agreed and went to prepare water.

The man in black sneered, "I thought you had some incredible scheme, but with so little trickery, I advise you to save your energy, hahahaha!"

Meng Kexin didn't say anything, but just asked Lei Can to do as she said. She took Cui'er and Aunt Liu to continue picking Schisandra chinensis.

Not long after they left, the man in black screamed heartbreakingly. The eight guards were extremely curious. What kind of magic pill was this? It was so powerful!

At this moment, the mysterious man in black was suffering from an indescribable torture - an unbearable itching all over his body! This itching seemed to penetrate deep into his bones, even every joint and crevice was filled with an unbearable tingling sensation.

However, what was even worse was that his body was tightly bound, completely losing the ability to move freely. Even a simple action like scratching to relieve the pain became a luxury for him at this moment, simply out of reach!

He frowned tightly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his teeth were tightly biting his lips, trying his best to endure the unspeakable pain.

However, as time went on, the extremely itchy feeling became more and more intense, as if thousands of tiny and sharp ants were gnawing and crawling all over his body.

Every inch of his skin was tortured by this uncontrollable itch, which almost drove him crazy.

This is worse than death!

Finally, he could no longer bear this torment and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Girl... Miss, please... I will tell you everything you want to know. Please give me the antidote quickly!" His eyes were full of despair and pleading, and his body was slightly twisted due to extreme discomfort.