At this time, Gu Nian was really a little dumb and ate Coptis chinensis, and he couldn't say anything about his suffering.

Faced with the rapid pace at which things were developing, she was a little speechless.

She suddenly panicked, and what was a confession that she had made up her mind after hesitating turned into a joke in an instant.

She couldn't wait to dig out her heart and show him that she wasn't lying to him.

"Okay, if you say that, I don't have much more to say, but I'm just going to say a word, I'm not lying."

Gu Nian was speechless until he looked at his expression with sincere disgust.

Anyway, it was already so chaotic, she simply told it all.

"Last night I had a very real but very strange dream about an old man asking me to help you ascend to the throne, and he said that this is the only way to let me go home."

Yu Zeyan stopped what he was doing and looked at her with a strange expression.

This sounds as ridiculous as it sounds, and this woman continues to play with herself as a joke?

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Gu Nian rolled up his sleeves, once again showed the round scar on his wrist that resembled a burn, and said anxiously: "I also think it's ridiculous and unreasonable!" But how do you explain this scar? ”

The man in front of him didn't want to answer the words of a madman at all, so he simply continued to be silent.

"Let's be honest, do you have any thoughts about becoming emperor?"

Anyway, things were already very chaotic, and Gu Nian didn't mind that it was a little chaotic, so he asked the morning question again.

With a snap, the teacup was slammed onto the table. The water splashed everywhere, and all the water that splashed out was sprinkled on Gu Nianzheng's incoherent face.

"Enough of that?"

He spoke slowly, his face gloomy.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the hateful voice of the goddess of memory:

"Confess, didn't you pray before the gods?

The sincerity and sincerity of that prayer were remembered by the gods in an instant. ”

All his thoughts were about the pouring rain of that day, and the man who was drenched in the rain knelt in front of the main hall without saying a word, and the heavy rain seemed to drown the night in Xijing City.

Gu Nian's aggressive interrogation voice sounded in his ears again: "Do you have this kind of thought?" ”

In the midst of the chaos, Pandora's box in the depths of memory was opened.

He saw himself driving his horse back to the dilapidated temple in the back hill, and he went back and forth on the road like a ghost, but there was no end to it.

"Do you want to?" ……

"Admit it, that's what you think." ……

Two similar but diametrically opposed demonic voices intertwined in his ears, and he slowly looked up to see the woman in front of him with a smile on her face.

With a sneering and sarcastic face, he was suddenly put very large.

He subconsciously clenched the tea cup tightly in his hand, which was pinched to pieces.

The broken porcelain pieces were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, and blood bloomed in his hand, one drop, two drops.

Like the seed of a demon flower, it was planted and began to multiply.

At this time, no matter how dull Gu Nian was, she had to sense that Yu Zeyan was wrong.

She desperately shook her hand in front of Yu Zeyan's face, but he didn't respond.

It's like I'm fascinated by deep thought.

This was the first time Gu Nian had seen Yu Zhiyan who was so distracted, and she was startled.

After stroking her chest to force herself to calm down, she saw the blood dripping from his right hand.

The bright red blood stung Gu Nian's eyes, and she felt a little afraid.

Yu Zeyan's lost soul was fully seen.

Could it be true? Does he really think that way?

Once he believed in this setting, Gu Nian's heart began to change qualitatively after he firmly felt that it was just a dream.

Gu Nian suddenly felt a little flustered, and his chest was inexplicably hot and hot.

A white light pierced out, just like the night he first met Kwon In.

That power was enough to pull Yu Zhiyan out of the chaos.

He looked at the woman in front of him with a shocked expression, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

The woman fainted, but instead of falling headlong to the ground, she slowly soared into the air in a godly posture.

Suspended in mid-air, her body emitted a dazzling white light, shooting directly at Yu Zeyan and unable to open her eyes.

The ancient books about the holy artifact were stored in the royal library, and Yu Zeyan secretly read them when he was a child.

He remembered that there was a record in the ancient books about Shangyuan that the soul bead had powerful mana and could control people's minds and souls.

But it must be manipulated by someone with the blood of the Shangyuan royal family, and its most obvious feature is that it will emit a strange white light, transparent, bright, and dazzling.

As for the possession of the soul beads, he did not remember the examples recorded in the ancient books.

Just as he was shocked, suddenly, he felt that his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and his vision gradually became blurred, and only the body of the woman floating in the air could be seen.

Suddenly, the familiar voice that had just echoed in my ears sounded:

"Kill her, and the Dementor Orb will be yours."

This voice is extremely ethereal, disturbing people's minds and making people's minds demonic.

"Only with the power of the Dementor Orb can you find out the cause of your father's death. If the Dementor Orb had been on this straw bale, which had nothing to do with you, you would never have been able to find out the cause of your father's death until you died. ”

Yu Zeyan looked down in a trance, and he didn't know when there was a green steel short blade in his hand, the dagger was extremely sharp, shining under the refraction of white light.

"Hurry! What are you waiting for? ”

Suddenly, the voice rang out again, and there seemed to be a force pushing him through it, making him slowly raise the hand that was holding the dagger.

"You must be in pain, aren't you? For ten years, I couldn't sleep peacefully, thinking about your murdered father every moment, you were powerless, painful, hated that you couldn't save everything, you resented yourself, resented the world, but you still had to pretend to be heartless every day, ten years like a day Taoguang and obscurity, just to find out the truth! But without the Dementor Orb, how can you find out what is true and what is false? ”

The voice was incomparably empty, but incomparably full of affection. It seems to have experienced the pain that Yu Zeyan has faced in the past ten years.

There is nothing in the world that can be empathized, but this voice seems to be different.

It urged urgently, in an anxious tone, as if it wanted to jump out and embrace his pain.

Yu Zeyan was sweating like rain, and he couldn't control his trembling hands at all, and he was stabbing at the woman in mid-air at lightning speed.

"Childe!"

A call suddenly sounded in his ears, but it was too late to react, and the sharp dagger that pierced him couldn't stop at all.

The white light flickered, and the room darkened, and the woman in the air suddenly fell, brushing shoulders with the blade.

But Shen Huan's cry was still a step too late, and although the dagger didn't hurt the vital point, it also cut through her sleeve.

The wide robes were scattered, and a warm but viscous warm current gushed out, like a river breaking its banks. Bright red and bleeding, he hugged the unconscious woman into his arms, and his big knuckled hand pressed the undercurrent wound, trembling.

"Childe?"

As soon as Shen Huan entered the door, he saw this embarrassing scene.

The tables and chairs had long since staggered, and the glass jars containing the steaming soup were shattered and in a mess.

Yu Zeyan slowly raised his head, with a frightened fear on his face, and he couldn't say anything: "Save first... Save people first. ”

Shen Huan was taken aback, only to find that his red robe had already been stained with blood.