"That's too dangerous! Multiple personality fusion, this kind of plan was proposed by psychologists in Europe decades ago, but as a result of this treatment plan, all the patients committed suicide! So far, there has never been any

There have been successful cases! This plan will definitely not work!" Ning Chengru solemnly rejected it!

More than thirty years ago, Western psychology experts once asked whether patients with multiple personalities could be allowed to try personality fusion.

Reintegrate those separated personalities into the main personality and turn them into one personality again.

Because after all, those personalities are one. They all suffered huge traumas and were unable to bear it, which led to split personalities and the emergence of several other personalities to protect the host.

However, those Western psychologists tried to integrate personality, but they could not succeed at all.

All patients encountered strong resistance during the process of personality reintegration.

In the end, the outcome for those patients was the same: death.

Either they could not bear the mental pressure and committed suicide. Or they died of mental breakdown and sudden death.

So when Ning Dongxia made this request at this time, it was directly rejected by Ning Chengru.

"There will be other ways! Don't worry! After all, she is just a split personality in your consciousness. She is not all flawed. There must be a way to deal with her." Ning Chengru lay on the hospital bed and said solemnly...??.

Ning Dongxia nodded slowly.

Her beautiful eyes were deep in thought, and she suddenly murmured, "Something's wrong. I always feel that the appearance of Mie this time was not a coincidence... but was deliberately induced and forced out by someone."

She thought about it carefully, trying to read Mie's memory.

But Mie is too powerful, and she can only read half of the opponent's memory.

When Bai Tianming appears, half of Ning Dongxia's memories can be read and perceived.

But she couldn't read the remaining half of the memory.

"I always feel that it was the woman Yang Zimo who was deliberately luring Mie out... She deliberately set a trap to let An Dong enter that alley, and then deliberately set an ambush in the alley to lure the two royal families and the Han and Song Dynasties forward.

Come... let the Eight-fingered Piano Demon play the piano again and use infrasonic attacks, forcing An Dong's mental strength to collapse... Under extremely dangerous circumstances, my brain subconsciously can only mobilize the appearance of Ming..." Ning Dongxia murmured to herself

language.

Hearing this, Ning Chengru's face became frozen on the hospital bed?

That being said, it is indeed possible?!

He thought... why did he search all the way and find the entrance of the coffee shop?

Isn't it because along the way, there always seem to be traces of battles?

Now that I think about it carefully, all of this... was arranged by Yang Zimo?!

"She is deliberately luring me out? Borrowing my identity to test whether I can be the key to suppression?" Father Ning Chengru said solemnly!

At this time, the father and daughter reviewed the situation again, their expressions becoming more serious!

The father and daughter were certain of one thing. The appearance of Mie today was entirely caused by that woman Yang Zimo!

Moreover, the father and daughter also vaguely speculated...perhaps, Mie can really be controlled?

Today, when Mie tried to kill his father Ning Chengru, Ning Dongxia's subconscious appeared and forcibly suppressed Mie, and then saved his father?

Perhaps, the father is the key valve to suppress the destruction?

Ning Dongxia and her father guessed.

But this is just speculation after all.

They did not dare to conduct the experiment again.

Because Mie cannot be summoned so easily.

Moreover, once she appears, there will be endless troubles. She will most likely directly suppress Ning Dongxia and prevent Ning Dongxia from coming out.

Back then, this kind of thing happened.

"Dad, don't worry. I will find a way to deal with her, this time, completely." Ning Dongxia said in a condensed voice.

The father and daughter discussed in the ward for a long time...

Tonight, Ningdongxia

He stayed in the ward and looked after his father.

At this time, outside the ward, the soldiers of the Raging Dragon Army were surrounded in darkness.

These soldiers were all sent by the Navy to protect Ning Dongxia and his daughter.

…

On the other side of Jiangnan City, at this time, all the forces in the entire Jiangnan City were frightened.

All major financial groups and major capital forces were trembling with fear.

Today, in their Jiangnan City... three war gods fell in succession! And even the prince of the Sima royal family was killed?!

This is simply a shocking case!

In an instant, the entire city of Hangzhou blocked the news! The people were not allowed to know the news.

Once this news is announced, there will probably be chaos.

But in fact, all parties know who the murderer is.

But no one dared to interfere.

At this time, one hundred thousand Furious Dragon Army soldiers and horses were still stationed on the Qiantang River.

A battle of this level is a fight between gods and mortals will suffer.

No one in the city dares to care about matters of this level.

late at night.

Sima Yi's body was urgently airlifted back to the imperial capital by the masters of the Sima royal family...

…

A few kilometers away, the imperial capital.

Sima Mansion.

"Report...!!" A group of subordinates drove quickly to the gate of the royal family.

They carried the body of Prince Sima out of the car and knelt on the ground with a sad voice, "Report to the prince! Something happened to the prince!"

At this time, in the palace of Prince Sima.

The prince, Sima Yao, who is in his 50s, is standing in front of the study, holding a brush in his hand and practicing calligraphy.

Under his writing, a line of vigorous and domineering cursive fonts suddenly appeared on the paper!

'A hundred schools of thought will unite the world!'

Sima Yao admired his handwriting with satisfaction and then continued writing.

But at this moment, a subordinate suddenly rushed in anxiously from outside the study!

"Your Majesty...!! Prince, Your Highness, he..." His subordinates knelt on the ground, their voices trembling, not knowing how to report.

"Oh? Is it Yi'er? Is he back?" Sima Yao continued writing and murmured, "He left for Hangzhou in the morning. It's been a whole day. I guess he has completed his mission, right? The Dragon King is dead.

Has the body been transported back to the imperial capital?"

In the view of Prince Sima Yao, there will be no suspense in today's battle.

The Dragon King must die.

So he asked preconceptions.

But his subordinates knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty... the body... the body has been delivered to the door of the palace... but... but the body of His Highness the Crown Prince... the Dragon King is not dead... In today's battle, His Highness the Crown Prince and

The three gods of war were slaughtered one after another..."

Boom~!!

After hearing this report from his subordinates... Sima Yao's whole body trembled suddenly?!

'Click' The brush in his hand... suddenly fell to the ground.

"You said...what?!" Sima Yao asked in disbelief with a trembling voice?!

His subordinates knelt on the ground and repeated what he had just said.

Sima Yao's whole body felt like he was struck by lightning!

He rushed out of the study room and ran towards the door of the palace...

‘Bang!’ The door of the palace was pushed open, and Prince Sima Yao rushed out... Boom~!

When he saw the body on the stretcher outside the door, Sima Yao's body trembled suddenly?!

He stepped forward tremblingly, in disbelief

Looking at the body on the stretcher?!

Boom! His body trembled again! It was like being struck by lightning!
To be continued...