Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Where the mind and reality intersect, everything is peaceful except for the mood of the demigod Velon.

After Fu Qian expressed his denial in an extremely natural manner, the unshakable murderous intention when facing Yi An actually echoed in his heart again.

But that was all, the surrounding scene did not change any more.

It's a pity that this didn't seem to change, but it deeply shocked Weilong.

"How could this be?"

After turning his head and looking around several times, this person finally exclaimed.

"It stands to reason that any verbal action that goes against the subconscious will cause instability and lead to unpredictable changes..."

“Is it possible that changes have already occurred, but just not on the surface?”

Facing Weilong's doubts, Fu Qian offered thoughtful suggestions and stepped on the ground with his feet while speaking.

The reverberation was crisp and there was nothing unreal about it.

It has to be said that as a spiritual demigod, Weilong's operation was quite impressive.

"Is it possible that because I lied just now, the steel bar markings here have shrunk and turned into a shoddy project?"

……

Of course, it was impossible for Weilong to really discuss construction issues with Fu Qian. While he remained silent in the face of his nonsense, his mind under the mask was obviously working crazily.

His hard work paid off, and finally at a certain moment, he suddenly got an answer.

"I was almost misled by you! Being in Tianqiyuan does not mean that you must be a reckless man who plays with flesh and blood. You are originally taking a spiritual route, so you can deal with such spiritual influences easily?"

"how is this possible!"

It was obvious that Weilong found this explanation difficult, and he looked like he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage. Unfortunately, he still denied it ungratefully before paying.

"We always close our eyes and focus on strength."

And with this second denial, the surroundings are still as solid as ever.

"impossible!"

With experience, the impact Weilong received this time was less severe anyway.

And with full disbelief, the next moment the corners of the eyes of the crying mask on his face actually cracked slightly, extending downward, like abstract tears dripping.

It actually dripped.

The corner of the eye is just the beginning. In the blink of an eye, the entire mask seems to be pulled by forces from different directions, tearing and deforming bit by bit, penetrating into the texture of the whole body, as if a black and white layer is smeared on the skin.

But the face under the mask was finally revealed, and it was obviously not a human face.

The whole body is in the shape of an inverted triangle, with sharp teeth and a pointed snout, pale gold eyes, and stripes and ravines that are a hundred times more weathered than the body itself.

But at this moment, being stared at by these eyes, Fu Qian felt that his heart was instantly filled with pure sadness.

This negative emotion is so raging that it seems to have the momentum to crush all dopamine.

The legendary pure pessimist is nothing more than that, right?
Sighing like a river, Fu Qian did not spend any effort to fight, but fully savored the feeling.

As I said a long time ago, mental resistance has never been a shield to avoid impacts, but the ability to face impacts directly.

The last time I was in Tunis, I was overwhelmed with boundless ecstasy, and it took a lot of effort to calm down.

Now the other extreme has come, and there is no way to escape.

Self-tempering, after hot quenching, there is still cold quenching!

……

"Now...Professor Fu!"

In the silence, Weilong's voice came, hoarse and even tinged with a hint of trembling.

It seems that after he fully activated the Crying Mask and integrated it into the current void of origin, the effect was indistinguishable between friend and foe.

Not surprising, after all, the reason why precise control is difficult is often due to excessive power.

Even Veron, the initiator, reacted this way, which proves this point well. "I think...you should have something to say to someone now."

As if suppressing endless sadness, Veron clapped his hands again the next moment.

Squeak!

The door in the corner opened.

Dressed in black and looking no more than thirty years old, a bookish figure walked in.

Fu Qian recognized him at a glance, and it was Brother Yi'an, the half-step half-god of the columbarium.

Of course at this moment, this guy looks like a young talent, completely insulated from the likes of Yin Pao.

If such a character wants to seduce a mortal girl who is pregnant, he really does not need any extraordinary means.

And if he behaves like an academic elite on weekdays, it's no wonder that Demigod Velon feels so sorry for him.

"Professor Fu, long time no see."

And with a confident and calm pace, Ian walked all the way to the two of them. Instead of complaining with red eyes and tears of blood, Yi'an sat down gracefully and even nodded to Wei Long.

"Yi, An..."

However, the latter was no longer so calm. It was as if his bladder had been punched to the limit and he was no longer able to speak.

Even before paying, I could feel that the surrounding scene was starting to become unstable.

"Control it a little, otherwise Lanaya will come up and chat together later."

The next moment he naturally reminded him aloud.

"If a woman watches a sad drama, you know the consequences."

Hehe...hehe...

The laughter was full of sorrow and indignation. Weilong turned his head to look at Fu Qian, and his voice suddenly became stern.

"I admit...you are a bit unusual, Professor Fu...even under the suppression of the mask, you can still do it to this extent, but now...look at him directly and let me see what you want to say!"

Following his words, Yi'an's smile faded slightly and he turned his head to look over.

However, after looking at each other for a few seconds, the scene of the person in front of him being crushed into pieces appeared in Fu Qian's consciousness.

Like a video tape played backwards, the fragments quickly gathered together little by little, and finally formed a Yi'an full of cracks, overlapping with the image in front of her, like a broken work of art that can no longer be restored.

As for the murderer, Fu Qian, the sadness in his heart surged several times, and even an emotion called repentance appeared——

Is it too harsh?Everyone has their own way of life, and all participants are voluntary - no!
Fu Qian directly denied it in a shorter time than the thought appeared, without leaving even a ripple.

The Ling Hui group does have some interesting tricks on the spiritual level.

It's a pity that the more they think too much, the less they can understand the realm of pure men.

"Ha...Ian."

The next moment, under the very oppressive gazes of two pairs of people, Fu Qian let out a long sigh and slapped the table hard.

"Are you guilty?"

……

As soon as these words came out, Demigod Velon was obviously severely mentally shocked and could not accept this development direction.

Yi'an, who was covered in bloodstains, looked dull for a moment.

"What am I guilty of?"

"What are you guilty of?"

Fu Qian sneered.

"How many years will the sentence be for gathering a group of people for lewdness? Still with this number of people? Do you dare to tell me that you didn't check the relevant laws and regulations before doing this?"