The president took him to a secret room.

This is the secret room that the president brought with him. As soon as you enter the Congo, it is a little dizzying. Even the well-informed man was attracted by the dazzling array of treasures in the room here.

Probably all the good things from all over the world are gathered here.

Congo looked at it one by one, this one has not been appreciated, and the eyes see the next one, so I have to put down one and look at the next one, the problem is that there is always a next one.

Eventually, he decided to take a quick look at it and take a closer look at it later.

It is home to some of the world's most famous works of art, the most expensive jewels, the rarest gemstones, the largest diamonds and pearls, all kinds of currencies, and many other treasures that Congo has never heard of.

Here, it can make people's blood gush, these things can make the black white, the ugly beautiful, the wrong into right, the old into young, the weak into strong, the humble into noble, the coward into a warrior, it is enough to cause a war, a global war.

Now, they are casually piled up here by the owner, as if only for people to see, and give people the impression that he does not care about these rare treasures, as if for a person, but the man does not know that these treasures that the world has spent his life pursuing have been aggrieved and dusted here.

Congo thinks of the girl who appeared in the presidential image. The president seems to be fulfilling a wish. But the owner doesn't know it anymore.

Congo watched, thought, and when he looked up, the president was gone. He didn't find it in this dazzling room. The door was kept closed, not opened, and it had to pass him to open it.

There must be a secret room here. Congo walked to the end of the secret room, and sure enough, there was another half-hidden door, which would not have been easily discovered if it had not been half-hidden. It's a secret room within a secret room.

Pushing open the door, it was a small room, furnished somewhat like an organ of a woman's body. A man sits with his legs crossed, with his head buried between his feet, as seen during catalysis.

Congo closed the door and quietly came out.

According to the theory of the Imperial Soul, this kind of person has a mother-lover complex. It's just a little weird, I like the structure of this kind of female physiological organ should be a woman, the president is a big man, or a man with a resolute personality, how can there be such a fetish.

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and the president bumped into such a big privacy for himself, and he didn't say anything about it. Congo, Congo, you kid is too bold to dare to steal the president's secrets, and you have a few heads.

He was tempted to continue his catalysis at this time. He does not yet know what kind of environment caused this habit of the president. But he still couldn't bear it, and at this moment, he had compassion for the president.

Then sit in this pile of jewels and wait for him, he said to himself, this is a pleasure.

There are many things in the world that can't be figured out, and a person who is a global hegemon can't get what he loves. If he wants, there are thousands of beauties for him to choose, but he can only tolerate one, and he can't tolerate the others.

Thinking of this, a wave of sadness struck, and his own emotions suddenly reversed. This emotion that he had never felt before suddenly knocked him down. For a long time, he had almost forgotten his origins, forgotten all his previous experiences, and only left in his brain the so-called "great achievements" after becoming a soul master.

After sitting down, the high-level soul master began to forcibly erase the painful memory from his brain's consciousness. As a high-level soul master, he knew that this would render that memory network useless forever, leaving only a pile of remnants.

He bears a strong resemblance to the president's past.

At this moment, the Congo, which has always had a strong will and some evil, suddenly wanted to go to that room, like the president, and lie down as if in the womb of his mother, thinking of nothing, doing nothing, lying like that, and lying like that, until eternity.

That must be cool.

He suddenly envied the president, and he used this method to cure his own mental ailments. And he dug it out of his heart stubbornly, wrapped himself in a strongman, and made his fragile heart cocoon and hardened.

I don't know how long later, the president came out, and he was still the majestic global hegemon. This made Congo wonder if he had just had a dream.

"So many treasures, just like that?"

"So what?"

The president asked curiously. Congo grinned, "I won't tell you." ”

The president pointed to the baby: "Whatever you like, take it." ”

The president said that he opened a delicate box casually, grabbed the beads that glowed inside and could refract the portrait in his hand, and then let go of his hand, and the beads fell.

Instinctively, Congo reached out and caught the beads.

"Kuaishou. “

The president praised.

Congo looked at the treasure in his hand, crystal clear, radiant, rare in the world. This guy doesn't know much about it.

"I'm not unfamiliar with these things," the president said, sighing. "But I collect them and put them here just to see them. They all think I'm the happiest person in the world, but who knows my heart?"

The president asked himself: "The heart is like a tree." ”

He glanced at Congo, "You are a soul master, you say, can this disease be cured?"

This disease can be cured slowly with the Imperial Soul and some auxiliary treatments such as hypnosis.

"It will take some time. ”

The president nodded, "Yes." Then I'll leave it to you. ”

At this point, the president's mood was better. They watched and talked, and the president mentioned no guesses.

"Every time I see this little girl, I have a sense of intimacy, very strange, all the previous frustration is swept away, and I feel that there is hope for everything. ”

Congo nodded yes, and he wanted to tell the president that it was Wuchai who had brought his conscience back.

"There's no denying that she does have this kind of magic, and she can get rid of the demons in your heart, and that's natural, and it's a breeze to do. With a look, a movement, and an expression, you know what to do and what not to do. That's something that all the soul masters can't reach. "I am also a beneficiary of hers." “

The president looked at him: "Tell me, talk about it." “

Said the president, who has the potential to be a leader. Congo unreservedly spoke about his previous evil side and the psychological process of the return of conscience after seeing no suspicion.

"At that time, I wanted to be the boss, make Dementor Island the master of the world, conquer your city-states, including the Royal Soul Academy, including all the witch worlds, and become the boss. “

"And then," the president asked with a smile. In fact, he already has the answer.

From the moment I saw Wuchai, this greed slowly disappeared. Speaking of this, Congo himself smiled, "It's little by little, not all at once." “

At this time, the tacit understanding between the two has reached a high degree of agreement, and the president and the owner of the Dementor Island have become friends who talk about everything.

"Yes, she can. Alas, alas, she is not from our W city-state. “

"She doesn't belong to anyone or to any world. She belongs to nature. “

Congo corrected.

"Yes, she belongs to nature. She is the spirit of nature. I mean, I'm a little bit away from her. ”

Congo looked at him.

"No, I didn't think about anything else, I just wanted to see her every day, like my own daughter, so that I would be in a good mood every day. “

The president said, with a look of yearning. This is very inconsistent with his status as president.

How could I not be. Congo said in his heart.