Qin Rong forced herself to smile and said, "Sister-in-law, don't make a fuss. Qinglin shouted in ignorantly. I'll scold him."

He Shulan also felt embarrassed. If she continued, she might think that she would take advantage of the situation and play it out. She felt so disgusted, so she glared at Song Baojun fiercely.

Liu Qinglin broke free from the nurse and ran to Song Baojun with a flattering smile on his face, saying, "Brother-in-law, if I am obedient and take medicine, can you take me to play?"

Liu Chongshan and his wife looked at each other and chose to remain silent. The child refused to take medicine, so you can't force it down. Now he takes the initiative to say that he is willing to take medicine obediently, which is better than anything else, although Liu Xiyue's male classmate appears so inexplicably.

"Okay, my brother-in-law will take you to play later." Song Baojun said with a tough bullet, feeling the gaze of "My mother-in-law" like a pig.

Liu Qinglin hugged Song Baojun happily like a child.

Song Baojun was about to show his hard work as a son-in-law, who was so attentive to enter the door for the first time, but the sadness appeared in the eyes of the big boy again, and a secret energy of his gust gushed out of his mind.

In front of everyone, Song Baojun entered the imaginary space. He didn't know how many times he was pulled in like this.

Song Baojun first felt that his body was becoming physical in this space, the blood in the blood vessels was flowing, the pulse of his heart was beating, and he felt pain after pinching his thighs.

He stretched out his feet to step on a hard land and ground! When the thirty-two personality first created the imaginary space, Song Baojun had only a void all over his body. Now he can finally step on the ground. It seems that the construction of this space is getting faster and faster.

Then the fragrance of soil came from the nose, and the sense of smell! Even the sense of smell!

Before he could take a closer look, a few foggy shadows in front of him said, "Welcome, subject."

"I was a little surprised. What was going on with that child just now?" Song Baojun tried to reach out to touch the other party, but he was stunned and had to stop and said, "I feel like he awakened the hidden secret energy in his body."

The voice of philosophical personality said: "Don't get me wrong, it was me who awakened it. This situation is very complicated. I will briefly explain it to you. During the contact just now, we realized that this young man named Liu Qinglin is raising a new personality in his body..."

Song Baojun was surprised: "He also has thirty-two personalities?"

The philosophical personality says: "He has two personalities. The correct statement is: the original normal personality has collapsed due to brain damage and is on the verge of destruction, and a new personality is being born. However, with his current state, it is difficult for the new personality to develop independently. Therefore, this young man is in an extremely dangerous situation and may become a vegetable due to the annihilation of personality at any time and fall into an eternal sleep."

Song Baojun said: "Can we save him?"

"Of course, being able to observe the nurturing, growing, and growing of other people's personality to the greatest extent is also a rare experience for us." The philosophical personality says: "This kind of experience helps how we deal with dangers when they come."

Song Baojun said: "What are you waiting for? Save him quickly, that's my future brother-in-law."

The philosophical personality says: "This requires huge amount of secret energy and long-term escort. In the future, it may be difficult for us to awaken a new personality. Are you mentally prepared?"

Song Baojun didn't care at all and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as he can save his brother-in-law, anything is fine."

The philosophical personality is wrapped in a white light and shadow, leading the other personality to float forward, saying, "Come with me."

Song Baojun trotted and followed behind, carefully observing the newly built imaginary space.

In the sky above his head and the distant four directions, there are endless dark blacks, covered with bright stars and dots, densely connected, and from time to time, it flashes and blinks, just like the ever-present Milky Way, forming a gorgeous picture scroll.

There is solid land under your feet, and occasionally you will kick a small stone or two inadvertently. The grass brushes across the face of your feet as you run, and itchy, and itchy, which is extremely wonderful.

The breeze is blowing around me, just like the first time I followed my class to go out for a trip in the suburbs in elementary school. The unrestrained feeling is still remembered.

A tall camphor tree in the distance, with its crown swaying lightly in the wind, and its fragrance came without any ambiguity. It was light and pleasant, making Song Baojun almost drunk in this deep dark night.

Its shadow was blurred and mottled, and it was thrown on the ground. Song Baojun seemed to feel that childhood was coming one after another. He couldn't help but want to compose a song "Love of Camphor Tree".

So wonderful!

Following the philosophical personality, Song Baojun discovered that a young man was lying under the camphor tree. He had a handsome face and closed his eyes. Isn’t it Liu Qinglin? How could this kid appear in the imaginary space?

The philosophical personality can feel his doubts without waiting for Song Baojun to speak, saying: "Through the exchange and integration of secret energy, we can bring Liu Qinglin's personality to the imaginary space and provide direct guidance and help. But this consumes secret energy very much, and it cannot let him know about our existence. It depends entirely on you next."

"Don't depend on me? I can't do it! Hey, brother, you can't leave the mess like this."

The philosophical personality says: "You are the master of the imaginary space. Here you can do whatever you can think of, provided that you have enough phantom support. Use your imagination."

"Ha?" Song Baojun didn't have time to ask more questions, but he saw that philosophical personality, violent personality, literary personality, and hypocritical personality turned into nothingness and disappeared into the deep night.

The young man under his feet moaned softly, covered his head and sat up slowly, looked at Song Baojun blankly, and asked weakly: "You, who are you? Why am I here?" His tone was calm, and he no longer had the childishness of the real world, and he sounded like a normal person.

"Liu Qinglin, I am Song Baojun, your brother-in-law."

Liu Qinglin seemed at a loss. From the outside, his mental state was very depressed, his eyes were blurred, his chest was fluctuating violently, and he was breathing hard, his skin was pale and he seemed to be seriously ill. Even a very ordinary sitting up action was used up, he tried his best.

He stared at Song Baojun in a daze, thought for a long time, and suddenly he looked horrified and said, "You, how did you find this place?"

"Here? This is my territory." Song Baojun's face appeared like a charlatan on his face at the right time, and he said, "I brought you to my space to help you get out of the lost path."

"Lost?" Liu Qinglin hugged his head with his hands and thought, "Where am I? Where am I? Where are my parents? Why don't they come to save me..."

The last word came to an abrupt end. He hurriedly covered his chest and gasped for breath, which seemed extremely laborious, as if he might die anytime and anywhere.

Judging from this, Liu Qinglin's personality is very unstable, and what he says about philosophical personality is not false.

"Since the philosophical personality says that I am the master of the imaginary space..." Song Baojun thought secretly, raised his right hand to concentrate his thoughts. Not long after, he felt a warm current flowing from his chest and reaching his palms.

Is this the substantive transformation of the secret energy in the imaginary space?

The secret energy continues to gush out, and the accumulation becomes more and more. The palms gradually become white and transparent, and even the blood vessels are clearly visible. It looks like a beacon under the shadow of the camphor tree.

Song Baojun didn't know how to use it, so he simply pressed his hand on Liu Qinglin's forehead.

The light ball on the palm suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the Liuqing forest with a miserable whiteness.

The mentally retarded boy couldn't help but open his mouth wide and stared at Song Baojun blankly.

In an instant, all the light balls merged into the mind-delayed boy's head from his palm.

"It's so strange, just like a magic movie. Am I a magician, apostle of God, or a master of spiritual light, and a true person who has attained the Tao?" Song Baojun thought in a mess, and felt that since he had even had thirty-two levels of personality, these things were really not surprising.

Liu Qinglin slowly calmed down his breath, as if he had more strength, and there was a lot of color on his face, and he gasped and said, "What is this?"

Song Baojun squatted down in front of him and said, "I can save you."

Liu Qinglin frowned, suddenly remembered something, stretched out his body and grabbed Song Baojun's hand and said, "Brother-in-law, is it you? Brother-in-law?"

"You finally remembered."

Liu Qinglin was quite excited for a moment, his face turned red, and he said, "I know, I understand! There was a moment before that, I saw you staring at me. No one had seen me for so long, only you! Eight years! Eight years!"

Song Baojun put his shoulder on his face and said, "Young man, please speak slowly, don't be too excited."

"I, I don't know when it started, but when I woke up, I found myself imprisoned in a dark room." Liu Qinglin said hesitantly: "There is no food or drink. I shouted wildly, no one paid attention to me."

"It's so pitiful." Song Baojun shook his head and sighed.

Liu Qinglin said in tears: "Brother-in-law, please save me quickly. I know I am about to die. After staying in that room for so long, I became weaker and weaker and less and less strength..."

"Don't worry, you can't die."

After Song Baojun said this, he suddenly saw a huge crack appearing in the sky above his head.

The ground trembled violently, the crown of the camphor tree swayed left and right, the leaves flew, and sand and stones were flying everywhere.

"What's going on?"

Song Baojun immediately understood that the Youneng was not enough to support the imaginary space. Liu Qinglin cried and shouted, "Brother-in-law, what should I do? Save me!"

"It's too late now, you can hold on for a while." Song Baojun sighed, "If you can feel me in the real world, you must try your best to cooperate with me."

Liu Qinglin wiped his tears: "Brother-in-law, I don't want to die."

...

A white light flashed, and Song Baojun returned to the real world. The previous scene seemed like a boring dream.

A thunderous voice shouted, "Song Baojun! What's wrong with you?" He was shocked.

When I looked up, everyone was glaring at me, including Liu Xiyue, her mother-in-law and her uncle., Your support is my greatest motivation.) 17-01-1309:55:20
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