Where the soul and reality are intertwined, everything is very calm, except for the mood of the demigod Villon.

After Fu Qian expressed his denial naturally, facing Yi'an's unshakable murderous intent, it echoed in his heart again.

But that's all, the surrounding scenes have not changed anymore.

Unfortunately, this seems to have no change, but it deeply shocked Veron.

"how so?"

After turning his head several times in a row, this person finally exclaimed.

"Actually speaking, any verbal action that is contrary to the subconscious will cause instability and thus cause unpredictable changes..."

"Is there a possibility that the change has happened, but it's not the surface?"

Faced with Veron's doubts, Fu Qian provided thoughtful suggestions and stepped on the ground while speaking.

The echoes are crisp and there is no real thing.

I have to say that as a spiritual demigod, Veron was still very tricky in this operation.

"Is it possible that the steel bar labels in it have shrunk and become a tofu project because I just lied?"

...

Of course, Veron could not really discuss construction issues with Fu Qian. While facing his nonsense, his mind under the mask was obviously starting to move wildly.

The hard work of man and God will live up to it, and at some point, he suddenly got an answer.

"I almost misled by you! Being in the Apocalypse does not mean that you must be a reckless man who plays with flesh and blood. You are taking the spiritual route, so you can deal with such a spiritual influence freely?"

"How is that possible!"

It can be seen that Veron thought this explanation was not easy, and he was about to suffer a cerebral hemorrhage. Unfortunately, Fu Qian still denies it with no mercy.

"We have always kept our eyes closed and we were very strong."

And with this second denial, the surroundings are still as stable as before.

"impossible!"

With experience, Veron suffered less impact this time.

And with the unbelievableness, the corners of his eyes, the crying mask, cracked apart, stretching downwards, like abstract tears falling.

In fact, it really fell.

The corners of the eyes were just beginning. In the blink of an eye, the entire mask seemed to be pulled by forces from different directions, tearing and deforming little by little, penetrated into the texture of the whole body, as if a piece of black and white was applied to the skin.

However, the face under the mask was finally revealed, and it was obviously not a human face.

The whole is inverted triangle shape, sharp teeth and pointed kisses, light golden eyes, and stripes and gullies are hundreds of times more vicissitudes than the body.

At this moment, Fu Qian felt that his heart was filled with pure sadness in an instant.

This negative emotion is so surging that it has the momentum to crush all dopamine.

The legendary pure pessimist is nothing more than that?

I sighed at the air that was going upstream, and Fu Qian did not spend any effort to fight, but fully savored this feeling.

As I said a long time ago, mental resistance is never a shield that evades the impact, but the ability to face the impact directly.

Last time I was in Dunis, I was overwhelmed by endless ecstasy and took a lot of effort to calm down.

Now that the other extreme is coming, how can there be a reason to escape?

Self-tempering, and even cold quenching after hot quenching!

...

"Now...Professor Fu!"

In the silence, Villon's voice came, hoarse and even a hint of trembling.

It seems that after he stimulated the crying mask with all his strength and integrated into the current space of cause and source, the effect is not different from my enemies.

Not surprising, after all, the reason why it is difficult to control accurately is often because of its excessive power.

Even the initiator, Weilong, responded well, which proved this point.

"I think...you should have something to say to someone now."

As if suppressing endless sorrow, Veron clapped his hands again the next moment.

Squeak!

The door in the corner opened with a sound.

Wearing in black, looking only in our thirties, a figure full of booksy looks walked in.

Fu Qian recognized it at a glance that it was Brother Yian, a half-step half-god in Linghuiyuan.

Of course, at this moment, no matter how you look at this person, he looks like a young talent, and is completely inseparable from silver parties.

If such a character wants to seduce a mortal girl with spring, it really doesn't require any extraordinary means.

And if he had always been in this academic elite style on weekdays, it would be no wonder that Veron demigod was so sorry.

"Professor Fu, long time no see."

With confidence and calm steps, Yian walked all the way to the two of them. Instead of red eyes and blood and tears, she sat down gracefully and even nodded to Veron.

"Yi, An..."

However, the latter was not so calm, just like the bladder that had bulging to the limit was punched again, and his speech was no longer smooth.

Even before paying, you could feel that the surrounding scenes began to become unstable.

"Control for a little while, or Lanaya will come up and chat together later."

The next moment he naturally spoke up for a reminder.

"You know the consequences when a woman watches a bitter drama."

Hoho...hoho...

With a burst of grief and anger in the laughter, Veron turned his head and looked at Fu Qian, and his voice suddenly became severe.

"I admit... you are a little unusual. Professor Fu... can even do this under the suppression of the mask, but now... look directly at him and let me see what you want to say!"

As he said, Yian's smile slightly calmed down and turned to look over.

However, after looking at each other for a few seconds, Fu Qian's consciousness saw the scene of the man in front of him being crushed to pieces.

Like a video tape that was played backwards, the fragments quickly gathered bit by bit, and finally formed a cracked Yian, overlapping with the image in front of him, like a broken work of art that could no longer be restored.

As the murderer, Fu Qian's sadness surged several times, and even a feeling called confession appeared-

Is it too ruthless to start? Everyone has their own lifestyle, and all participants are voluntary - no!

Fu Qian directly denied it in a shorter time than the appearance of thoughts, leaving no ripple behind.

Linghui and other people do have some interesting methods at the spiritual level.

It’s a pity that the more they think, the less they can’t understand the realm of a pure man.

"He...Yi'an."

The next moment, in the two pairs of pressured gazes, Fu Qian sighed and slapped hard on the table.

"Do you know your guilt?"

...

As soon as these words were said, the Demigod Villon was obviously subjected to a severe mental impact and could not accept this development direction.

Yian, who was covered in blood, looked dull for a moment.

"What's my sin?"

"What's your sin?"

Fu Qian sneered.

"How many years will the sentence be sentenced to a group of people? Or is this number of people? Do you dare tell me that you have not checked relevant laws and regulations before doing this?"
Chapter completed!