Chapter 195: The illusion is out of control

Su Jiuer once asked Yan Yunlin and how the mother-son relationship between Yan Yunxiao and Yin was like.

Yan Yunlin said that when he was young, his mother often hugged him and scared him.

Concubine Song Tai said, "Did you see Empress Yin? Your elder brother went to the battlefield. Empress Yin was sad and was crying."

"If you are disobedient, I will send you to the battlefield!"

Yan Yunlin was so scared that she cried and repeatedly vowed that she would never disobey her mother's words again.

At that time, he was only three or four years old, and Empress Yin also liked him very much and often gave him some small toys.

Niangniang Yin said, "This is what your elder brother likes to play before, and I made it myself."

It can be seen from this that the mother-son relationship between Yin and Yan Yunxiao is very good. She is Yan Yunxiao’s only warmth and reliance in this palace.

He is a gentle and delicate mother.

It’s a pity that my great life was destroyed in this deep palace.

Still dying in front of your eyes, how can Yan Yunxiao not collapse?

And I heard that after Empress Yin lost her etiquette, Yan Yunxiao dragged her seriously ill body back to the northern border. Even though he was in such a bad state, he was unwilling to stay in Yan Palace, which made him fear and despair for one more day.

Su Jiuer slowly depicted the scene atmosphere of that year in a gentle tone. Yan Yunxiao's active but chaotic thinking seemed to have found a clear path, with memory fragments leaping together, and freeze frames of pictures coherently forming dynamic scenes.

Memory is like living.

Su Jiuer gently put him down. He closed his eyes and lay on the low couch, spreading his hair like a thick ink exploded in the water, his eyebrows and eyes deep, and his lips were slightly pale.

"Ka, da, da"

The crisp sound sounded in the house with a strong rhythm. Su Jiuer sat next to the couch and gently tapped the tabletop with the beads in her hand, and the sound came from here.

The sound rhythm is very similar to Yan Yunxiao's usual heartbeat rhythm, and this frequency quickly resonates with some kind of resonance.

His own emotions slowly merged into this rhythm.

As his breathing gradually calmed down and his brows spread a little bit, Su Jiuer suddenly became nervous, and even her breathing became tense.

Yan Yunxiao has entered a state of deep hypnosis.

Now she can send suggestive instructions to interfere with his thinking.

The more critical the moment, the more nervous Su Jiuer is.

No one should have wanted to cure Yan Yunxiao's disease more than she did, and pulled him back from the abyss of pain.

First, as a doctor who treats Yan Yunxiao, she has a sense of responsibility. Second, because this is Yan Yunxiao, she hopes he is well.

After staring at his face for a while, Su Jiuer said quietly.

‘Xiaoxiao, wake up, your mother is seeing your injuries.’

During this period, Su Jiuer's hand that used a bead drop to hit the tabletop did not stop. The dad sound maintained a slow and rhythmic frequency, and as the background sounded deep in Yan Yunxiao's mind.

Sure enough, Yan Yunxiao's eyelashes trembled after lying on the bed, his phoenix eyes gently lifted up, and his dark pupils in his eyes were clear and translucent.

At this moment, Su Jiuer saw Yan Yunxiao whom she had never seen before.

Clean like a big adolescent boy.

The next second, the eyes turned faintly and deep, with a hint of a young gangster under the calm face.

This is Yan Yunxiao's eyes when he was seventeen years old.

At the age of seventeen, if this is converted into modern times, he will be in his second year of high school, right?

Especially when he suddenly frowned, he slowly sat up with his chest, his body in his arms, and his eyes seemed to be habitually scanning the room, just like observing the surrounding environment when he was assassinated on the battlefield.

This look is very murderous.

After all, he just escaped from the battlefield.

Su Jiuer stood without moving, maintaining the movements in her hands and observing his expression.

Yan Yunxiao had been hypnotized and entered a strong illusion state. He could not see Su Jiuer, but what he saw was the scene from seventeen years ago.

He couldn't successfully sit up, his arms were exhausted, and he fell back to the couch, covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

From Su Jiuer's perspective, Yan Yunxiao is like a performer without real objects.

But his facial expression was extremely painful, and he could empathize with the reality that people could see at a glance. As the hypnotist in the illusion, Su Jiuer could naturally imagine what Yan Yunxiao was experiencing now.

She opened her lips, and the sound turned into a deep voice in Yan Yunxiao's mind with the sound of knocking, leading him step by step, and experiencing what happened back then again.

She said, 'Your mother is here to see you.'

‘The Empress asked the wizard to do the trick for you.’

‘The sacred fire broke out and burned, and the whole temple turned into a fire’

Su Jiuer's heart was raised to her throat. She stared at Yan Yunxiao tightly, and saw that his face turned pale as paper at this moment.

His eyes were dull for a moment, and Su Jiuer, who was full of sadness and despair, felt as if she was held in one hand and could hardly breathe.

As Yan Yunxiao said, because he was seriously injured and unable to move, he witnessed the tragic situation of his mother's death in the sea of ​​fire.

Su Jiuer watched him, and fell from the short couch out of control in panic. She crawled forward in a struggle and twisted posture, and climbed to the door of the palace.

Su Jiuer's throat felt astringent and painful, but she still trembled, maintaining the rhythm just now, and slowly explaining.

‘The fire swallowed all this.’

If Yan Yunxiao could survive this period, it means that he had accepted this fact and result in the illusion.

When a fire accident occurs again in reality, no matter what personality he is in, this illusion memory will become his dominant memory.

He will clearly remember that this is the result of the facts, and that there will be no fear.

Logically speaking, Yan Yunxiao's thoughts were taken away by Su Jiuer's hint, but at this point, the original Qingming route disappeared instantly.

The memories that Yan Yunxiao had just joined together were instantly dispersed, and frame after frame of pictures collided with each other, causing a strong squeaking feeling.

No, that's not the case!

There are other memory fragments that want to be embedded in the scene just now.

In addition to fire, there are many people.

Many people flocked in.

who are they?

There are also ribbons that flash by, and the marks dragged out on the road. What are they?

From a clear and orderly thinking to a messy and extremely impactful picture, Yan Yunxiao couldn't bear it.

He only felt that it hurt so much in his mind. The striking sound gradually became clear. It was no longer like a comfortable rhythm like a string of beads with broken lines, falling at his feet in a mess.

The rhythm of breathing was messy.

Heavy, uncontrolled chaos, eager.

Yan Yunxiao frowned and slowly sat behind the door against the door, covering his head with both hands, making a depressing gasp.

Su Jiuer's pupils suddenly shrank, and she frowned and looked at Yan Yunxiao with some confusion, with a serious look on her face. The beads in her hand continued to hit but did not dare to stop.
Chapter completed!