Looking at Fan Gao's pale face, Ximu and Hei Ku's expressions also changed. As slow as Hei Ku, they also realized that Feng Qinglang was using illusion, using another illusion in a world with a stable structure. How dare he

If you are too big, don't you worry about the collapse of your spiritual world?

His escape nerves are far less sharp than those of Instructor Ximu, so he is also ready to escape.

Feng Qinglang was still so calm and calm, looking at Fan Gao gently, and said softly: "You are faced with two choices now. First, be captured by those guys back to the imperial capital, accept an unfair trial, and then be imprisoned in a damp and dark prison.

Spend the rest of your life in peace; secondly, drinking the glass of wine in front of you is a poisonous wine to the world, but to you, it can make you reborn and return to the year of your eighteenth birthday."

Under the guidance of the bewitching voice, the hurried footsteps were getting closer and closer. Fan Gao could not help but raise the cup of "poisonous wine" in front of him. Lord Wen Ruyu in front of him seemed to be meditating on the mantra about time and the glory of destiny.

It seemed as if it had completely enveloped itself.

Finally, Fan Gao gritted his teeth and drank the "poisonous wine" in one gulp.

A miracle happened to him. His figure slowly became blurred and then disappeared, which meant that he in reality would gradually wake up.

But in the illusion world, the music in the entire tavern suddenly stopped, and the whole world seemed to freeze for a moment. A strange atmosphere gradually spread, and everyone's eyes became blurred.

Their eyes looked at Feng Qinglang and the three of them in unison, and they took steps at the same time, gradually approaching them.

Instructor Ximu said decisively: "Retreat, retreat immediately."

In fact, there was no need for him to give special instructions. Hei Ku withdrew his mental power almost at the same time as him, and quickly escaped from here through the spiritual passage.

Feng Qinglang was still sitting where he was, looking at the waiter who had a humble and fawning smile just a moment ago. Now his eyes were filled with a slightly blank and ferocious light. The vendors and businessmen outside also poured into the tavern and stared closely.

Looking at herself, as if worried that he would escape, she rushed towards him quickly.

Feng Qinglang sighed, and finally chose to evacuate. Even after such a big change, the world structure here has suddenly become chaotic, but even if it is so chaotic, there is still no trace of Biyuntian's spiritual origin.

Fan Gao woke up, his face was haggard and his expression was still in a trance, just like a person after a serious illness. He was manipulated by the doctors around him. When asked by others, he only answered questions and often lost his mind.

It wasn't until Feng Qinglang walked into his room that his eyes flashed with a different light. Regardless of his physical weakness, he stood up suddenly and solemnly saluted: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, thank you."

Feng Qinglang nodded proudly and said calmly: "Your Excellency Fan Gao, please sit down. My pride does not allow a patient to stand for a long time out of gratitude."

Fan Gao responded with a humble smile and sat down as he was told. His energy seemed to have recovered a lot. Feng Qinglang understood that he had something to say to himself, but now was not the time.

An illusionist had been lost in the spiritual world of the family owner for several months. Now he has regained consciousness, which is enough to attract the attention of the Bi family. In addition to the medical team waiting on the side, a special project team also came to conduct detailed inquiries. Inside the illusion team

Many people also temporarily put aside their current research and listened to Fan Gao's account.

Feng Qinglang also sat aside and listened carefully. Different from some fantasy artists, he could receive the tens of thousands of gold coins per month for Bi, and he was satisfied.

He must be completed within this month, and he has to participate in the league's main competition.

Fan Ye, who is still in a state of half a dream, described his experience in a ignorant state: "... the scope of the whole spiritual world is only Baiyun City, and Lord Biyun Tian must be a member of the sentient beings. Of course, it may also be possible.

It is a piece of item, a book, or even a plant, but this probability is too small. If it is the latter, we may not find the spiritual source of Lord Biyun Tian ...

The investigator couldn't help but interrupted: "Fan Yan, what do you say, we all know, then what about it?"

Fan Yidao: "Well, the owner of the tavern is the object of my focus. On that day, I entered the spiritual world with other illusionists. Of course, I continued to focus on the boss of the tavern ..."

The investigator said: "Why? According to the description of other illusionists, the tavern owner has nothing special. We later tried various methods and contacted the tavern owner to try to trigger it again.

The changes. ""

Fan Yan shook his head blankly: "Then I don't know. Perhaps I have lacks a sense of security since I was a child. I always feel that everything in this world is unstable.

Ideas aroused my resonance. If it was not in the world of illusion, I think, I should be a good friend ... "

The people around him couldn't help looking at each other. Fan Yan's status was still abnormal. Just resonate with a illusory character in the spiritual world, do you want to be a good friend with him?

Fan Yan's expression is still so listless, but the voice rises a bit of anger: "Am I not say if you do n’t have to look at me with this strange look, I know I have returned to the real world

The investigator hurriedly appeased: "Fan Ji, we understand what you mean, the owner of the tavern has a different place, so you often find a chance to talk to him, is that this?"

Fan Yidao: "Yes, but the day of the accident, there is indeed a little different ... We do the fantasy master, how to determine the reality and magic realm, there will be a set of own methods. In the early morning of that day, I was a bit bad.

What is wrong, please forgive me for suspicion. Most of the fantasy artists have this problem. I am always worried that I care about others' way and fall into the illusion and unconsciously ... "

When he said this, many magicians present nodded slightly and agreed, which made Fan Ye a certain encouragement, and a little bit of spirit: "Because of the suspicion of that day, after I entered the spiritual world, I also took out me.

The necklace is played to determine that I am indeed in the illusion ... "

The look around the surrounding people is slightly different again. The illusionist does have their own ways to judge reality and illusion, but they are generally judged in reality. Fan Ye used this method to make a judgment in the illusion. It can be seen that his state at the time at that time

How wrong is it.

Fan Yan's eyes began to be a bit blurred, and he continued: "When I judge, the owner of the tavern actually asked, you are a fantasy, right? This scared me. You know, in this spirit, in this spirit,

In the world, there is no career of the illusionist. If he is just a virtual character, he must follow the architecture of the world, then he can only say that he is Bi Yuntian himself.

Everyone shocked for the spirit. If this is true, they are very close to the spiritual world of cracking.

Only Feng Qinglang opened his fantasy notebook again and wrote such a sentence: He is also lying

The investigator was also hanging interest, and couldn't help asking: "Fan Ye, what about?"

Fan Ye's expression became very happy, and indifferently: "The matter behind, I believe you know, the meteor rain comes, according to the rules, we must retreat in time, but I can't control so much.

There were more things, but he didn't answer me in one sentence, and panickedly that the natural disaster came, and pulled me into the cellar. My memory was broken here ... and then the spiritual world restarted after the meteor rain.

I am very instinctively staying near the spiritual channel, and became a blind man, living for singing ... "

The investigator frowned: "What about the owner of the tavern?"

"He doesn't know me anymore, or in other words, I don't know me who has become a blind man."

This obviously cannot satisfy the curiosity of the investigators. Various problems continue to bomb Fan Ye. Unfortunately, you ca n’t ask more content.

Feng Qinglang found that Fan Ye looked at him again. He understood that the other party had the desire to talk, but now it is obviously not appropriate. He left Fan Ye's room and came to the study room of Biyuntian.

Data, of course, all the content of the bright world. Regarding the gray past of Biyuntian, you want to find out here.

In the middle of the night, Feng Qinglang visited Fan Ye again. At this time, he was only left in his room. Fan Ye stood happily and said happily: "Wen Ruyu, you are finally here"

Feng Qinglang smiled back and said calmly: "Do you have something to say to me?"

"Well, please sit down, let's talk slowly." Fan Ye carefully arranged a heavy sound interval border around the surrounding area, and he was still uneasy. After the sound insulation enchantment, a layer of protection was arranged.

After doing all this, Fan Ye sat down opposite Feng Qing and exhaled: "Today, in order to deal with them, it can be regarded as tired."

Feng Qing laughed: "I'm afraid this is just the beginning. Tomorrow, they will come to check you."

Fan Ye said helplessly: "Yeah, who told me to be the only example?

Feng Qing shrugged and went straight into the topic: "Okay, what did you conceal?"

The blurred look came to Fan Yan's face again, and he said bitterly: "Wen Ruyu, if I say, I really become the tavern owner as a friend, would you laugh at me?"

Feng Qinglang felt that the back of the back was a bit chilling. In the illusion world, in the elimination state, he was obsessed with the illusion that the figures of the fantasy were friends or loved ones.

This is a very dangerous behavior "

Fan Yan laughed bitterly: "I know, but I can't control it. I have no friends since I was a child ... between my brothers, I have been in intimidation since I was a child.

After my brother sells me, I no longer believe in the thing of friendship ... Okay, maybe the tavern owner is a virtual person who only exists in the spiritual world of others.
Chapter completed!