"What do you mean by that?" Fang Shu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What did you say to Fan Minghu before the Dragon Shenxiang case?"

When she learned that the cause of Fan Minghu's death was "being ripped off the snake ring", she was suspicious, after all, Fang Shu deliberately reminded that protecting the snake ring was a disguised psychological suggestion, not to mention that this guy also took the certificate of a second-level psychological counselor.

But it cannot be ruled out that there is good intentions, as well as the shock that Nalan Jin faked his death with the help of the destruction of the snake ring to deter others.

Until Fang Shu just snapped his fingers.

If hallucinations can be eliminated only by sudden shock, then there is no need for mental hospitals and drug equipment in the world, just watch a ghost movie every day and go to a haunted house every few days.

What's more, Yan Lan's illness also has the cause of his practice disorder.

She was able to wake up because of the magic that used magic techniques, which could affect the movement of her thinking and meridians.

It's familiar, but it doesn't feel like a medical pill.

"I'm saying to everyone," Fang Shu didn't say, "protect the snake ring, damage may reduce the time." ”

"That's even more right," Yan Lan helped Fang Shu put on the safety rope around his waist, "Fan Minghu was killed by Yin Tinglun ripping off the snake ring. ”

Fang Shu's heart was stunned, and his face was frank and did not show different colors:

"I'm just a friendly reminder, and I don't have the slightest intention of hurting others.

"Besides, the first one to die, it should be said that he faked his death, isn't it because he ripped off the snake ring that he ......"

Yan Lan suddenly tightened the safety rope.

Fang Shu was caught off guard and "hissed", showing helplessness: "I said Sister Lan, you can't torture to extract confessions and torture into tricks." ”

"Your waist is thin," Yan Lan glanced at nonchalantly, "it won't hurt." ”

Fang Shu couldn't cry or laugh: "Sister Lan......"

"I'm actually not 100% sure of your reason, after all, there is still Nalan Jin, an illusion cultivator, who is playing ghosts, but just now you retorted like this."

Yan Lan sighed: "It's indeed you." ”

"I ...... That's it. ”

Fang Shu nodded as if he was broken, and carefully pulled off the safety rope, not daring to pull it hard, for fear of hurting Yan Lan's palm:

"My back hurts, Sister Lan, can you loosen ...... first?"

"Thank you."

Fang Shu was slightly stunned.

Yan Lan let go of the hand that tightened the safety rope and sighed softly: "When I owe you a personal favor, although it is not what I want to owe." ”

Fan Minghu and Fang Shu did not have a grudge, mostly because of her.

Yan Lan gave a small precept, but Fang Shu directly wanted to take the other party's life, even if there was no Nalan Jin, Fan Minghu would also die.

Fang Shu tentatively: "Then let's form a team next time and play a book?" ”

"Okay," Yan Lan didn't care much, "but I'm mean and immoral, I will betray my teammates, and I'm not afraid that you will follow." ”

Anyway, with this karmic fate, Fang Shu and her will inevitably meet again.

"Don't be afraid." Fang Shu suddenly laughed, like the melting of the water in the snow-capped mountains in spring, a healing and cheerful smile.

With the vigor and sunshine of young people in their early twenties.

"Thank you, Sister Lan."

"Thank you," Yan Lan smiled, "so you made it." ”

Fang Shu's pupils shrank, and he instantly understood that he had been cheated, and his waist then hurt:

"Hey, Sister Lan, don't use your strength if you have an arm injury, it hurts, it hurts......"

A smile flashed in Yan Lan's eyes, and she let go of her hand and looked at him rubbing his waist: "Okay, return the charm to me." ”

Fang Shu instantly turned his eyes: "Dangerous? ”

"Not really."

Yan Lan groaned slightly, shook her head and smiled, "It's good if you are obedient, give it to me." ”

……

"Don't die."

Yan Lan took out the jade cup hanging on her arm, watched Fang Shu and Feng Xuanming walk into the drainage room: "I can't even pick up the bones if I die here." ”

[This man is really good at talking]

[Hey, people are so sincere, they say the whole truth]

Zhang Wen said embarrassedly: "Be careful. ”

Fang Shu and Feng Xuanming nodded, the hatch of the drainage chamber closed, the passage to the reservoir opened, and the two of them went upstream along the cableway.

Yan Lan walked to the glass and watched the two of them move slowly under the pressure of the water.

"Ten minutes left in the countdown to the snake ring."

Zhang Wen walked behind Yan Lan and was a little worried:

"I'm not suspicious, it's just that Doctor Fang is kind, and he doesn't seem to have any temper, it's not like Lian Jiazi can move......"

"No temper?"

Yan Lan suddenly laughed, as if she heard some ridiculous fun, and couldn't help but shake her head:

"It's terrible to bump into a temperless person this year."

If he really has no temper and is a good old man who can be manipulated by others, then he will have to save the galaxy in his last life to grow so big.

If he pretends to be grumpy, then you have to think about whether he disdains to mess with you, or if he chooses a thousand ways to mess with you.

After all, Fan Minghu's minced meat has not been digested into feces.

"I'm worried about Fangju," Yan Lan snorted, "Then I might as well pity the evil who hit the knife edge." ”

She tried out the plan of the Dragon God Xiang case.

The nine-headed black dragon has just woken up, but it is not something that ordinary people can deal with easily, disemboweling is a trivial matter, it can't just be an arm injury, this is problem one.

She deliberately showed the merit flail for the other party to see, and the magic did capture the information, and even stopped to think, indicating that he knew this thing, which was the second problem.

The merit flail is not something that ordinary cultivators can recognize, at least it is also the core disciple of the modern cultivation sect, and it can be identified so quickly......

It's not easy.

Yan Lan looked at the reservoir for a few more seconds, then turned around and picked out two sets of intact diving suits from the side of the cabin, and threw one to Zhang Wen: "Change on." ”

"Okay."

Zhang Wen nodded and quickly changed her clothes.

[Okay, here it is again, black screen]

[Let's play the game seriously.,It's forbidden to be good!] I've never seen an anchor communicate close to the neck and above the knee.]

[？ Don't fart in front, it's just that the game won't let you watch it]

[Why do you want to look at that thing, won't you be hit by the object]

[if there is no object, please press 1]

[1111111111]

"Help me zip the back."

Yan Lan coiled her hair a few times, revealing the pale and moist back of her neck, and motioned for Zhang Wen to help.

The wetsuit had been left for too long, and the zipper was a little rusty, Yan Lan hummed a tune to pass the time.

Zhang Wen can vaguely hear her lyrics, some dramatic tones, but not much:

"It is like a dream, and all living beings are false and traceless;

"People's hearts are dark and deep, and it is harder to guess than nonsense."

Pulling to her shoulders, Zhang Wen straightened up and thoughtfully accosted: "Do we have enough time?" ”

"Huh?"

"From here through the reservoir, to the Dragon Palace, there is still a sacrifice, and there is still a dragon heart bone incense that has not been obtained, and we only have less than ten minutes left......"

"What are you worried about?"

Yan Lan looked at Zhang Wen through the reflection of the glass, her eyes slightly deep.

She spoke leisurely, with a smile in her voice:

"Isn't there enough left in Shen's summer countdown?"

Zhang Wen's upward hand paused suddenly, and her pupils contracted to the extreme.