Until this time, Zhao Lin still did not give up on the idea of ​​pulling Yang Fan to their Wang family's warship.

She is becoming more and more optimistic about Yang Fan now.

In the eyes of everyone, there was no fourth way to go besides killing, letting go, or directly turning to their Taikang Wang family for protection.

But now, just because of the hypnosis technique that Yang Fan mastered, the original death situation had such a huge reversal, which made him really walk out of the fourth path.

More importantly, this fourth path, even in Zhao Lin's opinion, is a very good choice. If it is operated properly, it may not be a perfect path.

But it is not that easy to make everything perfect and seamless, but can Yang Fan really do it?

Looking up, seeing that Mr. Chen is still in an illusion and unaware of it, Zhao Lin has to sigh at the cleverness of Yang Fan's hypnosis technique.

When you raise your hand, you will make a person confused and draw swords at his own people. Such hypnosis is not only clever, but also terrifying.

The spiritual thought masters are indeed not a good person. If you deal with them, you will easily fall into their trap if you accidentally.

Zhao Lin sighed, amazed at Yang Fan's mental power and hypnotizing power, and amazed at Chen Ershao's ignorance and ignorance in his lack of strength.

However, she could not imagine that she was actually not only Chen Jingsheng could not resist Yang Fan's mental attack, but even she and her husband Wang Zhihe were all unknowingly touched Yang Fan's words and hit Yang Fan's charming skills.

But like Chen Jingsheng, they were all in the situation without knowing it. Moreover, they were extremely confident in their own cultivation and thought that their martial arts will was invincible. No matter how powerful Yang Fan's mental power was, as long as he did not enter the spiritual master realm, he would never invade their soul sea of ​​consciousness.

So, until now, Zhao Lin didn't notice any abnormality, but her heart was filled with endless favors for Yang Fan. No matter how she looked at the child, she would habitually want to pull Yang Fan into her camp.

Yang Fan smiled at her and shook his head and declined: "Thank you for Aunt Zhao's kindness, but I am about to take the college entrance examination now. I have never considered which force to join. I hope you can understand."

"No hurry to do this." Zhao Lin said generously: "Auntie just wants to make a good relationship. It's not too late for us to discuss this issue after you graduate from the Federal Wuhan University or Beijing Wuhan University."

With words, it seemed that it had been determined that Yang Fan would definitely be able to be admitted to the two most powerful universities in the federal state.

On the other hand, without Yang Fan's instructions, Chen Jingsheng, who was able to keep his life confidential, had already called his confidant and began to delete the surveillance and clean the beginning and end. In less than three minutes, all the traces outside the Sword Controversy Hall were cleaned up.

Yang Fan raised his hand and patted his head, and said softly: "Be good, remember, you have never met us today. When you meet again in the future, you will be considered strangers."

Mr. Chen nodded eagerly.

Then, Yang Fan glanced at the dozen corpses on the ground, shook his head slightly, and sighed a little in his heart.

Among these people, the second most cultivated martial artist is at level 8, and they can barely be elite warriors in the human race. If they go out of the city to hunt monsters, one person can fight against a group of monsters below level 4 and below level 4.

But now, they did not die on the battlefield where the monsters were fighting each other, but died here so frustratedly, without any value, and even without any waves. It was a pity.

The bad roots in human race, humanity, and human nature will never be completely eliminated.

When will the internal strife be the end?

Yang Fan learned a pity, but he did not regret it. After all, if these people did not die, then he and the team members behind him would most likely be in danger. He would be reluctant to let him use his and the lives of the team members to exchange for the lives of the lackeys in the families of several wealthy families.

"I'll have to pay it back sooner or later."

Yang Fan shook his head and no longer nostalgic. After saying thanks to Zhao Lin and bid farewell, he directly took Chu Feiyun and others out of the sword competition hall, avoiding the surveillance in the aisle along the way, and returning to their South China Martial Arts School cabin again.

Watching Yang Fan and others leave, Chen Jingsheng's body became weak and he collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

He didn't expect that Yang Fan would let him go so easily, and he finally saved his life and came back.

Young Master Chen looked sad and looked around the bodies of the guards surrounding him, and said softly: "Don't worry, I owe you this time. Your family will definitely treat you well in the future. If you do this, you will die as much as possible."

After taking a long breath, Chen Jingsheng got up from the ground with great effort. Only then did he realize that his pants had completely wet since when, and he was so stinky that he was urinating.

Chen Ershao felt embarrassed on his face, and he staggered up and slipped out of the sword-conference hall. With the panic gaze of all passers-by, he quickly returned to his cabin.

I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then I fed a whole bottle of red wine to stabilize my mind.

"Huh, I finally escaped!"

"But I still have to find a way to get from dad... Bah! It's serious to delete all the pictures he recorded from that bastard Yang Fan. Otherwise, I'll never have peace in the future?"

As his mind calmed down, Chen Jingsheng's thoughts gradually returned, and the murderous intent and evil thoughts on his body could no longer control him and began to appear little by little. The inexplicable kindness that he had developed towards Yang Fan in his mind began to gradually melt.

"If it really doesn't work, let Grandpa Chen Chuan take action. He is a strong man at the peak of the Grandmaster. If he wants to destroy a few middle school students of level 3 and level 4 in a flash, it will be effortless. He will definitely kill everyone without any reaction!"

"And it's not too late for this matter. The later the video will be, the more likely it will be exposed." The more I think about it, the more impatient Chen Jingsheng was in his heart, the more impatient he could not wait, "Now, immediately, immediately, for a second!"

Chen Jingsheng suddenly jumped up from the sofa, raised his hand and pulled out his smart brain communications. He soon searched for Chen Chuan's communications number in the dense communications list.

Chen Chuan is one of the three escort powerhouses on this inter-provincial airship. He is the peak of the master. He is Chen Jingsheng's uncle and grandfather. He is relatively familiar with the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren on weekdays, so when Chen Jingsheng encountered trouble, he immediately thought of Chen Chuan.

Chen Jingsheng's face showed a trace of hideous expression, and he stretched out his finger and was about to click on Chen Chuan's name.

At this time, his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shook slightly, and a spiritual power, faintly filled with dark colors, suddenly spread out. In just a moment, he surrounded his entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Chen Jingsheng raised his right index finger and then settled it in the air.

The expression on his face soon became dark, low, depressed, as if he suddenly became confused. He couldn't figure out many things, was sentimental, sad, sad, and even tears in the corners of his eyes gathered out.

"What's wrong with me?"

Chen Jingsheng seemed to realize that something was wrong. He wanted to shake his head and make his mind clearer.

But the more he shook, the more his head felt dizzy and his body seemed to be completely out of control. He actually got up and ran towards the clothes hanger on the bed, which was hung with the rune sword that he had just killed Chen Jie and the others.

"Chen Jie and the others are all dead!"

"I killed them inadvertently!"

"I deserve to die! I am not a human being! I must atone for their death! Yes, I will go to the underworld in person to apologize to them and beg for their forgiveness!"

Holding the sword in his hand, Chen Jingsheng began to gesture randomly, muttering to himself loudly, and finally put the sword across and put it on his neck.

It looks like I'm drunk and crazy.

In Chen Jingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness, his spiritual consciousness was like a spectator, looking at everything that was happening in front of him with an anxious expression, but he did not have the power to stop it.

"What's wrong with me? Why did it turn out like this? Is it because of that bottle of wine?"

"Damn it, put that sword down quickly. What other sword do you have when you are drunk? Are you looking for death?"

"No, no, no! Never put the sword around your neck. I haven't lived enough yet, so I can't die!"

"Wake up quickly! Chen Jingsheng, you are so fucking awake!"

Chen Jingsheng's consciousness roared anxiously in his mind, watching his own body waving his favorite sword, and looked at his neck little by little.

Chen Jingsheng's heart was full of despair. He didn't know what was going on. At this moment, his body was no longer dominated by him, as if it was taken over by another person.

And this man is now trying to kill him very viciously and forge a natural death.

"Who is it!"

"Who is hurting me!"

"Please, don't kill me, I won't die!!"

"Yang Fan, is it you?! I have called you dad. What else do you want? Don't kill them all, okay?"

"I know it's wrong. I shouldn't have evil thoughts. I shouldn't think about killing someone to silence me. Could it be okay to let me go? Yang Fan's father, okay to let me go?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Chen Jingsheng was like a madman, kneeling on the ground without dignity, kowtowing and begging, but unfortunately, no one responded to his question.

His hands holding the sword, without stopping at all, steadily and forcefully swept towards the throat between his neck.

puff!

A bunch of blood burst out.

Chen Jingsheng's sense of autonomy screamed in shock in his mind, but his body was straight and erect and sinking.

The breathing was blocked, the heart gradually stopped, and the world in his sea of ​​consciousness became dark and decayed little by little, and the whole world was constantly falling and annihilated.

"Who is hurting me!!"

This is the last roar made by Chen Jingsheng's independent consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness. Until his body disappears and consciousness is destroyed, he doesn't know whose hands he died.

thump!

The sound of the body falling to the ground trembled slightly. Zhao Lin held her son's little hand and slowly passed by the outside cabin door.

Smelling the bloody smell in the house, Zhao Lin's expression unchanged and his blood fluctuations were striking, forcibly penetrated the shielding formation on the cabin door, and swept the scene in Chen Ershao's cabin at a glance.

"He actually died!"

A trace of clarity and a trace of surprise flashed on Zhao Lin's face.

Although she had some expectations in her mind and felt that Yang Fan should have some help, when she actually saw and confirmed that Chen Ershao died, she was still somewhat surprised.

"I'm determined and thoughtful, but I didn't disappoint me."

Zhao Lin held Wang Yuansheng's little hand and walked past as if nothing had happened. Her lips were slightly pursed at the corner of her mouth, revealing a smile that seemed to be there and not be there.
Chapter completed!