A little bit of confusion appeared on Yian's broken face, lingering.

It seems that no matter it or the Veron that supports its existence, he doesn't know what to react to when facing the righteous words before his dealing with it.

Finally, Professor Yian collapsed silently and turned into ashes inch by inch.

And this process of destruction undoubtedly inspired a wave of repentance, which frantically impacted Fu Qian's will.

For a moment, he felt deeply that his sins were so great that he could not wash away the water of the Yangtze River.

In the face of such a situation, Fu Qian's reaction is not to waste any effort, and to convince himself that his behavior is just.

Cold quenching, be more serious.

...

"What is your purpose in scrambling into the academy?"

At this time, Veron's voice finally came.

Unfortunately, no matter how you look at Fu Qian, you are a clear conscience. This person's understanding seems to have deviated again.

"This is not something that a normal demigod can do. I think... you should be affiliated with a special organization, right?"

"You are promoted to a demigod in a special way and then join the academy with hidden strength?"

Standing up and pressing step by step, Veron's tone was already clearly murderous intent.

"I thought Yian had caught your mischief because he had encountered your mischief."

"Now it seems that it's really like what they said. Yian was afraid that he had broken your secret and was silenced in this way. In order to be safe, he was so clean that he didn't even leave any trace... ruthless!"

The old man is over, right?

This is no longer a deviation in understanding, but a paranoid at all!

Faced with the accusation of Vilon's new version, Fu Qian sighed in his heart.

After all, this person is fundamentally unwilling to believe Yian's true face and thinks that he must be the victim.

Under the premise of preset, no matter how you show counterexamples, the conclusion will only become more and more outrageous.

Of course, in this person’s conclusion just now, there is still a correct answer.

However, feeling the gradually fading confession and the quenching was almost done, Fu Qian decided to end this slightly boring entanglement.

"Today, this matter must be settled. Believe me, you will never be able to escape from here before that..."

At this moment, Mr. Weilong's announcement continued.

"knew."

Fu Qian interrupted him directly and snapped his fingers.

Want an answer, right? That's hard to say.

As he moved, the ring on his hand flashed blue light, and a curtain instantly expanded, wrapping the two of them inside.

The upgraded clear dream opens.

Veron was not confident in hypnotizing a divine creature, but he was sure of himself.

...

Mr. Villon's Cause of the Source is indeed powerful. Although there was obvious turmoil, after a sway, he was saved in the clear dream.

Of course, this may not be entirely due to his original intention.

As an expert in the field of mind, Veron clearly realized the emergence of the clear dream and seemed to have tried to relieve the sky of the source and run away.

Unfortunately, as he said before, in order to drag Fu Qian into this place where the soul and reality are mixed, he spent a lot of effort to coordinate and synchronize. It was not that easy to end at this moment.

It is precisely because of this connection that despite being prepared, this spiritual demigod was directly hit.

"What did you do?"

After realizing this, Veron quickly calmed down and even recovered quickly on his face.

"Don't you want to know the answer? Given that you're a little excited, I found a quiet place for you to think about."

Because of the completed pseudo-god ritual, after the insight was promoted to the level of gods, Fu Qian, as the master of dreams, was more convenient to control.

He controlled the range accurately to avoid pulling Lanaya downstairs in. The next moment, in the shock of Veron, his figure slowly disappeared, leaving only Veron alone.

"Think hard, I can't get out of there without an answer..."

Repeat the words before Veron, Fu Qian, whose will escape from the dream, got up and walked to the window to look at the scenery again, so that Lanaya would not wonder why he remained motionless.

Mr. Villon, who still maintains his mythological form, is sitting silently in his seat at this moment.

Although there was an occasional struggle, it disappeared quickly under Fu Qian's control, and the clear dream was still stable.

If you don’t get the answer, you can’t get out. Fu Qian just said it casually.

At the moment of clear dreams, of course, the core is Mr. Weilong, the only participant.

The ending rule set by Fu Qian for him was to find out the real murderer who framed Professor Fu Qian and killed Yian.

If you like to make up for your brain, let’s help you with some intensity.

Of course, in the dream at this moment, Mr. Veron was obviously still trying to crack violently.

But Fu Qian believed that he would soon follow his previous creed and believe in the power of the soul.

...

Ho...ah...

Not short time passed, and a long sigh of awakening came from Fu Qian's back.

At the same time, the clear dream is also shattering like a bubble.

Looking back, Villon was sitting, his face had returned to his human form.

It was quite polite. I knew I was not wearing any clothes, so I only removed the changes in my face.

While looking at it, he silently commented.

He has gray hair and brown eyes, a sinister face, and although he has no beard, he is indeed an old man who is not young.

Of course, at this moment, the old man's eyes were filled with fatigue and relief.

"So that's the case, I understand... I'm really thinking..."

After muttering to himself, the old man took a deep breath and nodded to Fu Qian.

"I came here today to offend...I think I got a different answer just now."

"I'm really considered a confused person."

"It's easy to say!"

Fu Qian waved his hand in a pretty stance.

"It is appropriate to help each other when the second courtyard of Tianqi Linghui is in harmony with each other."

"Hope is helping, not misleading."

Unfortunately, Mr. Viron is old and is almost immune to positive energy. He just smiled coldly and stood up.

"I need to go back and confirm something, but if something is wrong, I will still visit you at any time."

“Not giving.”

Faced with the unpolite speech, Fu Qian's smile remained unabated.

The room returned to calm again, and a few seconds later, the figure of Veron's demigod was gone in the seat.

The old man is indeed old!

Although his exit posture was still gorgeous, Fu Qian sighed.

It’s not that easy to maintain the mythical form, the old man is obviously at the end of his strength.

When you go back, don’t say you want to confirm the truth, you have to meditate and adjust your breath first.

So there is a high probability that there is no fun to watch for the moment.

But in contrast, this afternoon's scene, Fu Qian's expectation index has soared.

After all, even he didn't know who the "real murderer" the old man found was.
Chapter completed!