Su Jiao was stunned for a long time as if her soul had been drained away, and after that, she muttered: "He's dead, dead." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 In the end, she began to cry like a child.

Fan Yin also felt very uncomfortable, it turned out that Su Jiao, who she had always looked down on, was such a person, when she saw her growth, her transformation, her pain and struggle, she could no longer despise her with confidence.

All living beings are suffering, and that's what it basically says.

In Su Jiao's crying, Fan Yin suddenly felt a stabbing of electricity from her left temple to her right temple, making her hold her head instantly, only to feel that the world was spinning.

When the dark headache subsided, Fan Yin noticed that the surrounding silence was excessive, the hospital disappeared, the crowd disappeared, and only the white expanse remained, and Su Jiao, who was still sitting on the hospital bed and crying.

Although there was no way to find Jiechen to confirm for a while, Fan Yin intuitively felt that this should be what he called the spiritual end connection, and she could feel the control of her own mental power, and even the control of Su Jiao's mental power.

Juechen once taught her the mantra of the mind, which sounded like a bird's language at the time, but now she feels that the meaning of each sentence and its thousands of variations and meanings are familiar and sensible, and it doesn't take a trace of effort to use them.

Fan Yin slowly approached Su Jiao, who seemed to be extremely fragile at this time, watching the tears that were the only thing that could prove that she was not a puppet keep falling, feeling the powerlessness and pain in her heart, and then, slowly squatting down in front of the hospital bed, holding her shoulders and letting her look at herself.

"Su Jiao, listen to me - we are all ashamed to admit our cowardice, thinking that avoiding it will make us look stronger, but this is our part, it makes us whole. No one has ever been cowardly once in their life, but they can't always be cowardly, can they? ”

Su Jiao looked at Fan Yin steadily, she saw the same pain and sincere understanding in the other party's eyes, if this was said by someone else, she must think that the person had drunk too much chicken soup and was not unhappy, but she really couldn't have such thoughts about such a pair of eyes.

So, tears poured out faster and more urgently, Su Jiao shrugged her shoulders and cried breathlessly, and while hiccuping, she held Fan Yin's hand, crying heartbreakingly: "Fan Yin・・・・・ Fan Yin・・・・・・"

Fan Yin is a theoretician who has never seen a big scene, and she was secretly proud of the mind control method she had just mastered, thinking about how she could boast about herself so and so much after establishing contact with Juechen for a while - she really didn't expect that mind control was so magical, so that Su Jiao's 'double high' white bone spirit could be moved by a sentence of chicken soup that she played temporarily, and this exercise was comparable to Tang Seng's "Three Hundred Children's Songs".

Now hearing Su Jiao's cry that seemed to be a conjuring spirit, Fan Yin's whole head was as big as an inflatable, and he hurriedly stopped: "Hey, I said, I'm not dead yet, fortunately, there is no one here, I don't know what happened to me?" ”

Su Jiao didn't seem to hear it, she was still crying with snot and tears on her face, twitching her red nose and crying wolf.

Fan Yin had no choice but to decisively choose to go out first from her sea of knowledge, after all, there were still doubts to ask Jiechen.

After mastering the method of mind control, it is much easier to strip the consciousness from Su Jiao's sea of knowledge, and after the consciousness returns to the body, Fan Yin reappeared in front of his eyes the cockroaches and fleas flying together, and the walls are the same color as coal, the small black prison is still a familiar small black prison, but Su Jiao, who was originally crazy, was full of anxiety at this time, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Fan Yin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and tentatively contacted Juechen in his mind: "Juechen, Juechen, are you there?" ”

"What the hell is called! As the person chosen by my Spirit Scepter, you must always be noble and glamorous, dignified and dignified! If you're like you, how can you be up to the task in the future! ”

Fan Yin never thought of being worthy of any big responsibility, but it was really a big deal to reverse, so he didn't open his mouth to refute it, only sighed and shook his head: "Hey, I didn't mean to shake the earth, but I was always pushed to the forefront, destined to be a noble person's bitter ・・・・・・."

Before the three words 'who knows' could be spoken, they were interrupted by Jiechen: "Shut up!" ”

Fan Yin wisely chose to shut up.

"You have now mastered the method of mind control, although luck accounts for most of the reasons for the success this time, but it can be regarded as a merit・・・・・ right?"

Fan Yin secretly rolled his eyes.

"But it's not enough, the mind control you can exert now is still very limited, controlling other people's behavior, long-distance control, and controlling multiple people at the same time are not yet attainable, you have to seize the time and train hard."

Fan Yin felt that she was trying to run on the road to becoming the leader of the MLM.

At this moment, Su Jiao finally came back to her senses from her sluggish state, and glanced at Fan Yin with some embarrassment, and her big contact lenses reflected Zhan Zhan's autumn waves.

Fan Yin was shocked by the shy and timid tiger body, for fear that Su Jiao would pounce on her in the next second, hugging her thighs that were not thick, and swearing with a delicate Hong Kong and Taiwan sound: "You villain, you have stolen other people's memories, and people will always follow you in the future." ”

The picture was so beautiful, as soon as it came out of his mind, Fan Yin was frightened and took a big step back.

"Try to use the mantra method I taught you to condense the spiritual power into silk, enter Su Jiao's cerebral cortex, control her actions, and then modify her recent memories through the hippocampal circuit."

Although Fan Yin felt that if she did what Juechen said, she would be a bit suspicious of violating others, but she really had no other way now, if she wanted to completely control her mind control, she could only use Su Jiao as an exercise for the time being, and if Su Jiao had something to do in the future, she would try her best to help her.

So, Fan Yin silently recited the mantra, recalling the feeling he felt when he controlled Su Jiao's mental power just now, and drove his spiritual power to establish contact with it again.

Unlike last time, this time Fan Yin could choose to probe into different parts of Su Jiao's mind, and with a successful precedent, it would be much easier to operate again.

After entering the white void, all the sounds and things around him disappeared, and Fan Yin began to concentrate on issuing instructions to a part of Su Jiao's cerebral cortex.

Originally, condensing spiritual power consumes extremely energy, and the structure of the human cerebral cortex is extremely complex, even if there is a mantra and the method described by the previous Jiechen, the real practical operation is also a lot of twists and turns, and due to the deviation of the instructions, it almost caused Su Jiao Zhihai to rebound.

Because this was Fan Yin's first conscious attempt to control her thoughts, Su Jiao on the other side was not comfortable, her brows were tightly frowned, as if she was enduring a lot of pain, her face looked even paler than when Lin Yu died in her memory, and the tip of her nose was already full of fine beads of sweat.

Fan Yin, the controller, looked even more embarrassed than Su Jiao, the entire bangs were messily attached to her forehead because she was soaked with sweat, and a layer of white skin appeared on her bloodless lips, but she still didn't choose to give up, and still tried her best to control her mental power to issue instructions. (To be continued.) )