Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1739 Bitter Fruit (Twenty-eight)

  It's really that there's no trace left? Just one more?

Although it is a possibility that has only been imagined, seeing it so intuitively before our eyes still makes us marvel at the magic of the world.

Hilaria's dolls are exactly the same, with no difference.

It is now clear that Dorian's surprise was not how the lost doll came to be in his hands, but when he made two and one of them fell into his hands.

  If we consider it from this perspective, could it be possible to collect a dozen of the holy artifacts from Brother Chui Tou by going there a few more times?

This can be said to be the most incredible possibility of all developments.

If you simply extend the idea, you can think of many eye-popping scenes.

Yet it did happen.

The situation really looks bad.

Although he has always been unconventional and has done some unique things, Fu Qian's first reaction to this intriguing situation was extremely pessimistic.

Because essentially it represents the most terrifying possibility - that one cannot leave any trace on the indigenous people in any way.

This includes taking items of a supernatural nature.

There is every reason to suspect that if we visit again, Hilaria will most likely still be the faith adherent who has not taken off the mask, and the Dark Night Bride Sarah will still be quietly nurturing her pregnancy on the recliner.

To this place, I feel like a passer-by in the absolute sense.

It was like the moment I intersected with them, I entered an overlapping parallel time and space.

No matter what they did in there, or even what they brought out, it would have no impact on them in reality.

Then one's goal is to prevent the bitter fruit from growing.

The bitter fruits of being rooted in this reality.

……

Changing a world that you can't even touch is going too far.

  Do we really have to use the Glorious Tyrant to carry out a violent transformation?

Complaints aside, Fu Qian was not in a hurry to do anything.

Because in his estimation, it would most likely be a restart project.

The containment object numbered 1 and the human being who seems to be in a non-reality, which one is more vulnerable?

The answer to this question is obvious.

Although it is not yet clear why at least one Aboriginal person must be left behind.

But if we really use the Glorious Tyrant to increase the strength of Akons, we are still not sure what the consequences will be.

By then, the indigenous people and the bitter fruits will disappear together, which would probably be the best outcome.

As for the mythical form, the King of Abandoned Prison?

  Try to observe the world from a higher level perspective, and confirm whether you will still be completely isolated in that situation?

There are risks as well, but it is indeed an idea.

Although there is no rush, you might as well watch Brother Dorian's performance first.

Judging from his expression, Fu Qian is very much looking forward to the troubles he will encounter next.

Especially after Dorian really accepted his opinion and placed the second Hilaria on a chair behind him.

"That's great! It's really rare to find a patient who trusts the doctor as much as you do!"

Using the same gesture as last time when he held the long spike, Dorian held the holy sword that Fu Qian had entrusted to him for safekeeping with his backhand, looking very pleased.

But as the saying goes, one should be grateful to the guest who helped him, and the title of high-quality patient is not so easy to get.

"Here, drink it."

Not even a second after the high praise, Dorian handed over a cup made of special material.

Wrapped in the old dirt that is very old, a liquid with orange and gold ripples in it.

Of course, we can't just look at the shortcomings of everything. The potion itself is still relatively clear, so that you can easily see the thicker dirt at the bottom of the cup. At the same time, compared with the potion given by the old lady, the amount is much larger.

"Can I not drink it? You cleaned the cup so poorly."

Fu Qian looked at it and shook his head.

"Forget about 'neither gathering into drops nor flowing down in streams'. Did you put any detergent in it at all?"

……

"Haha...of course."

Dorian stared at Fu Qian's initial lack of cooperation for a while, and then he was actually somewhat satisfied.

"The potion's effect is simple. It allows you to fall asleep faster. Problems like yours need to be treated on a spiritual level."

"If you can make yourself fall asleep anytime and anywhere, you don't have to drink at all."

It seems that given the obvious ulterior motives of the two players, his reaction to the opponent was not only not surprising, but he even had a sense of victory as his opponent finally showed weakness under pressure.

"Psychological problem, are you sure?"

However, although he respected the doctor's judgment, his words still made Fu Qian frown and gestured to the blood on his body.

laugh--

Before Dorian could even answer, he pulled another blood clot from his back.

"...Of course, the curses, the crying, have you forgotten what you said? The physical wounds are only superficial."

At one point, he was a little stumped by the question, but Dorian quickly recalled the patient's medical history and reminded him with a smile.

"That's right."

Although he had the courage to raise questions, Fu Qian was obviously not the kind of patient who was stubborn. Faced with the doctor's explanation, he nodded after a little thought.

"Then let's get started quickly - there's no need for this."

However, when Dorian handed him the potion again, he refused it again with a confident tone.

"I'm very good at entering dreams anytime and anywhere."

Just kidding, from my first glimpse into dreams to becoming the master of nightmares, I don’t know how many major journals my research results can be published in.

……

“It’s best if you have this confidence.”

Although rationally speaking it seemed like he was making an excuse to shirk responsibility, Fu Qian's tone and demeanor were so contagious that even Dorian felt a little insecure.

However, since the patient was so confident, he didn't intend to force it and just put the medicine aside.

"Now all you need to do is look into their eyes, look at yourself in their eyes..."

The next moment, he also sat down behind Fu Qian, and his voice had a special rhythm, like a psychologist guiding hypnosis.

Although as a professional, Fu Qian knew that this was purely a performance.

As Dorian spoke, a feeling similar to the unfolding of a lucid dream had already quietly come over him.

And in the eyes of the puppet he was staring at, a peculiar ripple actually appeared, and even his own shadow seemed to move.

As expected, he has mastered some dream-related abilities, and the rank seems to be not low. I just don't know where this authority comes from.

Fu Qian said to himself, silently feeling the vortex that seemed to be tearing his will apart.

Of course, this is only the extent. It may not be so easy to get out after entering, but whether to enter or not is still up to you.

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Fu Qian's will was thrown into the whirlpool.