Nov. 6, 7:49 a.m. Yuan Zhisheng stared at the screen in front of him, his face quite solemn.

"Haven't you found it yet?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"Report, not yet!" On the screen is a pitch-black space, and every now and then a fish swims past to tell others that this is at the bottom of the sea, and life comes from the headset.

"How's Erika doing?" Nu Liang walked out of the curtain behind him, walked to Yuan Zhisheng's side, squinted at the screen and asked.

"It's calmed down." Yuan Zhisheng ripped off the headset and replied coldly. Some things should also be decided.

"That's good," Nu Liang nodded.

"I haven't found it yet," Yuan Zhisheng sighed softly.

"There's no way, take your time, we've been waiting for so long, and it's not too late." Nu Liang slipped and comforted,

"I know you don't like my orders, but... Things have come to this point, for the sake of the family..."

"I know." Yuan Zhisheng coldly interrupted Nu Liang's slippery scoop. Nu Liang raised his head, looked at Yuan Zhisheng, and nodded: "That's good." There was a sudden silence between the two, and in this command room, only an old man and a young man looked at each other.

"You're hiding something from me." Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a long time, and suddenly spoke up. Nu Liang was stunned for a moment, suddenly smiled, and did not speak.

"Are you really doing the good of your family?" Yuan Zhisheng continued to ask. Nu Liang continued to laugh.

"Are you really my father?" Nu Liang's slippery mouth grinned even wider. The yellowed teeth are clearly visible, scattered in the upper and lower gums.

"There are no embryos on the ocean floor." Yuan Zhisheng no longer asked, but began to use declarative sentences. A strong hand slowly grasped the Yamikimaru.

"You found it." Nu Liang sighed with relief.

"You're getting everyone's attention, where is the embryo." Yamikimaru slowly unsheathed, the sharp blade pointed straight at Nura's smooth face.

"Who knows." Nu Liang smiled indifferently. Yuan Zhisheng pursed his lips and shouted into the microphone beside him: "Return!" ”

"I thought it could be delayed for a while, but I didn't expect you to find out, when?" Nu Liang was still smiling, and his withered yellow teeth made his face very obscene,

"Originally, I was going to tell you the truth when the masterpiece was completed, and I wanted to see your panicked expression, but I regretted that I didn't see it."

"You've become a ghost." Yuan Zhisheng looked at Nu Liang's smooth scoop, and his hair slowly became longer.

"You're like this every time, when you encounter something you can't accept, you will call out your other self and hide that fragile self." Nu Liang sneered.

The trend of hair getting longer stopped, and Yuan Zhisheng actually withdrew from the demonized state, and his face was painful.

"You once told me not to make eye contact with other people, so I brought my glasses."

"That's what makes your vulnerable side even more vulnerable. Glasses are your seal, demonization is a double seal, Yuan Zhisheng, you are already extremely fragile. Now you are not enough to hold a knife! Nu Liang stretched out his thin hand, gradually grasped Yuan Zhisheng's hand holding the knife, and snatched it away.

Yuan Zhisheng did not resist at all.

"I... Haven't I forgotten anything? Yuan Zhisheng fell to the ground, holding his head, and yelled.

"Oh? Do you remember? Back then, in that battle, it wasn't the drunken boy who died. Nu Liang sat on the chair and looked at Yuan Zhisheng's increasingly painful face, and suddenly laughed.

"It's funny, back then, I cut off all your parents in front of you!" Speaking of this, Nu Liang Slippery Scoop laughed completely.

Memories began to come back to my mind, one after the other, like a movie. Yuan Zhisheng covered his head, looking at Nu Liang's smooth old face, and nameless anger burned in his heart.

"Brother...", the elder brother who spoke in the depths of his memory called out to Yuan Zhisheng.

"It's not just your parents, your brother, your beautiful brother, he's so smart, he can wake up from my hypnosis, I can't help it, I can only let him die, the picture of you holding your brother and roaring at me now I think about it, well, it's quite powerful." Yuan Zhisheng convulsed all over, memories flooded back, and his fragile mind was directly hit hard.

"What do you think I've spent so many years laying out for?" Nu Liang jumped off the chair, slowly walked in front of Yuan Zhisheng, pulled his hair, opened his big and small eyes, looked at his painful face, and his heart was full of pleasure.

"I want you dead!" Yuan Zhisheng yelled.

"Oops, your roar is not as good as when your brother died, what's wrong? Haven't you eaten? Nu Liang kicked Yuan Zhisheng violently, stepped on Yuan Zhisheng's chest with one foot, and looked at him condescendingly.

"It's a shame that you haven't paid attention to the problem of our surnames, and sure enough, the hypnotic effect is really too strong!" Nu Liang smiled and laughed.

Gen Zhisheng's hair became longer and shorter, and he struggled to enter the demonic state and awaken another him.

"Don't waste your efforts, why do you think you will tell you about the seal?" Nu Liang took out a bell from his sleeve and shook it slightly.

Yuan Zhisheng's hair instantly became longer, and a demonic wind suddenly hung in the room.

"Oops!" Nu Liang's slippery scoop shook gently again, and Yuan Zhisheng's hair became short again.

"It's called psychological suggestion, you have planted a seed in your subconscious, and now it has grown into a big tree, and it is really difficult to pull out that tree."

"Slave Liang Slippery Scoop!" Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were bloodshot, his previous neat image completely disappeared, his messy hairstyle, his body was trampled under the feet of a thin foot, and he didn't have the slightest strength to resist.

Like a madman.

"You can't go back to the sky, you can only honestly become my tool, go ahead, block the Kassel Academy, and delay time for me! Soon, soon! Wait until the moment when Xuanyuan XIV is high! I will be God! The one foot slowly moved away, and Yuan Zhisheng got up from the ground in a daze, and stood respectfully by the side of Nu Liang's slippery scoop.

Nu Liang nodded with satisfaction, looked at the knife in his hand that he didn't know when, and laughed.

"Mirror Blossom Water Moon, Mirror Flower Moon, you are really an invincible knife!" In the command room, under the dim light, something seemed to be squirming in Nu Liang's slippery shadow, and it returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

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