Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom - this is Lang Zhan's current feeling or illusion. Originally, he was pressed by a "mountain" and roasted by fire, but now, as the mountain disappears, as the heat fades, and as the spring reappears, he feels as if he has returned to spring, and the comfort is indescribable. Lang Zhan feels so good, and it has something to do with the psychological gap he has experienced. What happened to him before was too sadistic, so when the shackles on his body, especially on his soul, were untied and his physical and mental nature was released, his whole body, every pore, was so comfortable that he wanted to moan. In this state of mind, some nouns and memory fragments of "mental power, brain power, brain development machine...... popped out one by one, filling his mind to the brim. However, unlike before, whether it is a noun or a memory fragment, although they pop up almost at the same time, they are chaotic and seem to be very orderly. Lang Zhan's body and mind are very relaxed now, so he just goes with the flow and thinks about it. What he didn't know was that his mental state was just right for the release of muscle memory. So, after the name and memory fragments, the picture of him passively performing wolf-shaped qigong came to mind, and at the same time, as if an invisible hand was pulling the true qi driven by wolf-shaped qigong, some parts of his body appeared one after another a feeling of heat or cold, and finally converged in his mind, making him feel as if he had mastered a great power.

When Lang Zhan, who was lying on the ground, was having a "spring dream", Boren and Song Yuzheng were trying to see each other between the teacher and student, and as Boren said "I'm sorry, I can't give you the explanation you want", Song Yuzheng let out a series of sneers, and pressed a virtual button in the center of the tablet screen with his left thumb.

With a "poof", Boren immediately knelt down. When he knelt on the ground, his eyes were bleeding and a puff of green smoke was rising from the middle of his brain. "You're really my good teacher, this is the last time I'll call you teacher—" Boren said, struggling to his feet, shouting "Gabriel save me," and rushed towards Lang Zhan.

Song Yuzheng frowned slightly, and said in his mouth, "Didn't it explode directly?" He looked at Park Tae-sil to the side.

Park Taishi was taken aback by his gaze, and hurriedly shouted, "Director Song, I am your staunch supporter, I, you can do whatever you ask me to do." ”

Song Yuzheng thought about it, pointed at Boren with his right hand, and said, "Then kill him for me!" ”

Boren had already rushed to Lang Zhan's side, and as Song Yuzheng's right hand pointed at him, he seemed to have been immobilized, maintaining a charging posture, but he stood still in place.

Park Tae-sil: "Yes. Then he gritted his teeth, his eyes condensed, and he raised his hands in a gesture of false grip.

As Park Tae-sil's hands froze, Boren pushed his head upwards as if someone had choked his neck. "Gabriel, Prince Zhongshan, save—" he hissed and shouted—after the word "save", his throat shrank abruptly, his tongue spit out, and the rest of the words were immediately cut off.

"Gabriel? Prince Nakayama? It's no wonder—" Song Yuzheng said, looking at Lang Zhan.

Lang Zhan's eyes were originally half-open and half-closed, but after Boren's voice stopped abruptly, he opened his eyes, and then swept the probe, and then a carp stood up.

He just stood up, Song Yuzheng's gaze swept over, he felt a wave of heat, and immediately looked at the source of the heat with his color, and collided directly with Song Yuzheng's gaze.

There was no exaggerated scene of heaven and earth changing color and electric fire splashing in the air, but almost at the same time, Lang Zhan and Song Yuzheng both took a step back. And as Song Yuzheng took a step back, Boren only felt that his whole body was light, and he broke free from the restraints. He first raised his hands against his temples, and then his throat returned to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. After his throat returned to its original state, he looked at Lang Zhan and said sincerely, "Thank you Your Highness for saving your life, from now on, Bo Ren should be the only one who looks forward to you." After speaking, he didn't wait for Lang Zhan to respond, looked at Park Tae-sil and said, "Park Tae-sil, do you know?" You are the snake in The Farmer and the Snake. ”

Boren's analogy is apt. Because not long ago, he had just helped Park Tae-sil fall asleep. And if he hadn't done it at that time, Park Tae-sil would have gone further in terms of telekinesis, and might even become an idiot.

As Boren pressed his hands against his temples, sweat appeared on Park Taesil's forehead. And as Boren compared him to the snake in "The Farmer and the Snake", his face suddenly turned white, and he hissed, "The director save me." ”

It was Lang Zhan who responded to Park Tae-shi, he said, "He can't protect himself, how can he save you?" As he spoke, he raised his leg and walked towards Song Yuzheng.

Lang Zhan took the first step, Song Yuzheng's face turned pale, and his right hand trembled slightly. Lang Zhan took another step, and there were blood stains overflowing from the corners of Song Yuzheng's mouth. When Lang Zhan raised his leg again, he suddenly roared, and when he staggered backwards, his left hand stretched out and took off the helmet that Park Tae-sil and the others had worn from the brain development machine.

After Song Yuzheng put on the helmet, he regained his spirit, looked at Lang Zhan and said, "Gabriel, I know you." I'll give you one last chance, would you like to be my student-"

When Lang Zhan opened his eyes, he had already opened the blood-colored vision. In the blood-colored vision, Song Yuzheng put on the helmet, and the blood color of his brain suddenly became thick, and at the same time, his whole body, especially his head, was covered with a faint layer of blood.

"Wishful thinking—" Lang Zhan said, as he spoke, his right hand clenched into a fist and slammed forward.

Lang Zhan's fist speed was not fast, however, as if there was not air in front of him but water that was much denser than air, his punch actually directly hit a circle of ripples, and after the fist stopped, it provoked a "pop" explosion.

The sound of "pop" exploded in the air, and Song Yuzheng opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. "Bastard!" He scolded, his eyes looking at Lang Zhan more firmly.

"Humph!" Lang Zhan snorted coldly and threw another punch. "Bang-" There was another explosion, Song Yuzheng didn't vomit blood this time, but his eyes bulged out and the corners of his eyes were torn, and the effect was much worse than vomiting blood.

"It's impossible, you obviously don't know how to use telekinesis—" Song Yuzheng roared, roaring, holding his hands against his temples.

Lang Zhan looked at him coldly, and said word by word, "I really don't know how to use telekinesis, but the master's head is bigger than yours, and his strength is greater than yours - this is the master's capital." &a