Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1414 Disaster Invasion (Twenty-Seven)

Call people to dream...

It can be seen that Fu Qian's answer is once again out of line for lobbyists.

Not to mention the clarity of the idea, this kind of cross-dimensional operation is a bit difficult to distinguish between true and false for it, which has no friends in that world.

"In that world, Gulade is an ancient family that has lasted for thousands of years, and its heritage is richer than you can imagine."

With a long sigh, Fu Qian had an expression of inadequacy and inadequacy.

"You actually think that after such a bizarre experience, they can't help the family's children to avoid the invasion of nightmares?"

"Relying on my understanding of Taylor's character, I tried every means along the way to guide him to keep it secret while laying out doubts that would interest him, to maximize the probability of coming back on his own initiative."

"I thought you could make some progress since I left last time, but you ended up doing the same old thing of just waiting to be taken over - oh yes, you learned to play hard to get and verbally expressed that you were not interested."

"Have you said enough?"

At the same time, what Fu Qian was looking at was the top of its head.

"what?"

As an auxiliary sign provided by the warehouse, the illusory eyes represent the degree of dreaming of the will.

As the tool of the evil god who invaded from inside the nightmare corridor, compared with other characters in the dream, he and the lobbyist are obviously special.

And if this is the case, the meaning behind the illusory eyes that suddenly appear in front of you is a bit serious.

In particular, Brother Ke has no rank ability, and his IQ really doesn't bring him any sense of accomplishment.

In Taylor's earliest dream, he also stimulated the lobbyist, but at that time, there was no such dream awakening mark on its head as proof.

An illusory eye actually appeared there.

The lobbyist finally failed to hold on and became angry.

Sure enough, the workplace is like a battlefield, and senior partners and the like are all lies.

In Fu Qian's understanding, due to the infection of the corridor, the nature of their existence is like that of native creatures in a dream.

Every second you delay, you will fall into a deeper predicament, and Fu Qian is not so bored that he wastes time on ridicule.

Facing this sudden change, Fu Qian was filled with emotion for a moment.

……

There is also the invalidation of the return order on oneself.

……

"Well...that's enough."

After the meeting with Wen Li just now, he entered here directly without going through the corridor. In fact, he never gave up looking for the reason for this abnormality.

When walking in it, it is real to the two of them, and there is no such thing as waking up from a dream.

However, this time, Fu Qian nodded slightly and actually agreed with what he said.

Clearly puzzled by this response, the lobbyist's subconscious reaction was to look around, as if he was worried that he had unknowingly fallen into another trap.

The reason is very simple. In his opinion, a superior like Araqir might still have the emotion of anger, but it is almost impossible for him to do something purely to vent his anger.

Especially in this difficult situation.

Then there is a very simple logical paradox. Even if his posture is no longer cooperative, it is a nightmare that the rightful owner has not yet arrived. What is the point of two gatekeepers?

When it is obvious that some small actions can be blocked, any attempt by him to find opportunities will ultimately be beneficial to him - such as the opportunity to pollute Wenli just now.

Mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are.

It turns out that skepticism is very valuable.

It was under this unreasonable situation that although it was difficult to determine the cause for the time being, Fu Qian still tried to stimulate the lobbyist to see if there was any abnormal behavior.

The result is that illusory eyes appear above the lobbyist's head, representing a dream state. How could a dream native dream?

Is it possible that its "real body" is still in Taylor's residual dream at this moment, but he just dreamed of the scene in front of him?

……

Yes, everything is exactly the same, and the lobbyists even came up with a maximum attraction theory.

But the unusual scene above his head made Fu Qian suspect that this was not the place where he and Taylor had chatted.

Finding the devil in the details is the basic quality of an academic worker.

So if we continue along this line of thinking, where is it if it’s not Can Meng?

This problem is actually much simpler.

In the nightmare corridor, what can absorb and integrate various pieces of information, while allowing lobbyists to blend into it imperceptibly?

The dream of gods behind the door.

Lord Alakir seemed angry.

……

Tool people who have too many ideas of their own are really not popular.

At the speed of light, he figured out a guess and sighed before paying.

If the idea is true, the current situation is that after the communication between himself and Wenli ended, Alakir dragged himself directly into the dream behind the door controlled by him.

The motivation is not hard to come up with either.

He really wasn't trying to vent his anger, He was just trying to control risk.

Because the current red card tools not only have a bottom line, they even like to control the rhythm themselves.

If Chen Cang was really secretly tricked into redeeming himself, then the play would be over.

In the end, Alakir chose to forcibly pull himself into the divine dream, even reenacting a scene one to one and bringing in a guest guest, so that everything could not be suspected to the greatest extent.

The purpose of such a costly arrangement is obvious, that is, to integrate yourself into it as much as possible, to control erosion more deeply, and to make the tool man more obedient.

After thinking about it for a while, he pressed the button on the remaining left eye.

The next moment, under the puzzled eyes of the lobbyist, he used his hands to dig out the last window to his soul.

"Depend on!"

In this scene, for the lobbyist, questioning the lunacy seemed too euphemistic, and he directly used foul language.

Paired with the twinkling eyes above his head, it sincerely embodies its incomprehensibility - for someone to hate being assigned a job so much.

"It's too much of a fuss. Have you forgotten the identity of our dream controller?"

However, as the person involved, Fu Qian, who had two bloody holes on his face, remained very calm. He even turned his eyeballs in his hand and pointed them at it, fulfilling the courtesy of looking at the person when speaking - he could actually see it.

That's right, although compared to the previous right eye, there is nothing unusual about this one's appearance.

But after pulling it completely out of the eye socket, Fuzen immediately discovered that although there was no longer any physical connection, he could still "see" it.

Even the field of view really changes with the movement of the eyeball in the hand.

This is obviously not something an ordinary flesh and blood body can do. Except for the left arm and right eye, the erosion has unknowingly intensified.

And that's not even the most important thing.

Ignoring the lobbyist who spread his wings again under the stimulation, he turned his eyes in his hand, "looked" around the room, and finally landed on himself.

I felt strange just now - the style of my shirt has changed.

This is the one I wore when I had dinner with Young Master Qin and the others last time. It should never appear in the extraordinary world.

The information in his mind seemed to be "soaked" out, just like many dreamers who had died here before.