Chapter 1739 Bitter Fruit (Twenty-Eight)

It's really like leaving no traces to this extent? Just one more?

Although it's a completely imagined possibility, it's so intuitively presented in front of us that we can't help but sigh at the magic of the world.

Hilaria's dolls are exactly the same, without any difference.

It's obvious now that Dorian's surprise just now was not how the lost doll came into his hands, but when he made two, and then one of them fell into his hands.

From this perspective, could it be possible to collect a dozen of the holy artifacts from Brother Chuitou by going there a few more times?

This can be said to be the most incredible possibility among all the developments.

If you casually extend it, you can think of many eye-popping scenes.

However, it did happen.

The situation really looks very bad.

Although he has always been unconventional and made some strange operations, facing this imaginative situation, Fu Qian's first reaction was extremely pessimistic.

Because in essence it represents the most terrifying possibility-he can't leave any traces on the natives in any way.

Including taking away items of extraordinary nature.

There is every reason to suspect that if I visit again, Hilaria may still be a believer who has not taken off the mask, and the Dark Night Bride Sarah is still quietly resting on the recliner.

For this place, I seem to be a passerby in the absolute sense.

It's like the moment I intersect with them, I just entered an overlapping parallel time and space.

And no matter what I do there, or even what I bring out, it has no effect on them in reality.

Then my goal is to prevent the bitter fruit from growing.

The bitter fruit rooted in this reality.

...

Changing a world that I can't even touch, the warehouse is getting more and more excessive.

Is it really necessary to use the Glorious Tyrant to directly transform it violently?

Although he complained, Fu Qian was not in a hurry to do so.

Because in his estimation, it might be a restart.

Which one is more vulnerable, the containment numbered 1 or the human being suspected of being in a non-reality?

The answer to this question is obvious.

Although it is not yet certain why at least one native must be left behind.

But if we really use the Glorious Tyrant to increase the strength of Akons, we are still not sure what the bitter fruit is.

When the time comes, the natives will disappear together with the bitter fruit, which is probably the best result.

As for the mythical form, the King of Abandoned Prison?

Try to observe this world from a higher level perspective, and confirm whether you will be completely isolated in that case?

There are risks as well, but it is indeed an idea.

Although there is no rush, you might as well watch Brother Dorian's performance first.

From this person's expression, Fu Qian is very much looking forward to the troubles he will encounter next.

Especially after Dorian really accepted his opinion and placed the second Hilaria on a chair behind him.

"That's great, it's really rare to have a patient who trusts the doctor like you!"

Using the same gesture as last time with the long cone, Dorian held the holy sword that Fu Qian entrusted him to keep with his backhand, looking very relieved.

But as the saying goes, you will be grateful to others, and the title of high-quality patient is not so easy to get.

"Here, drink it."

Dorian handed over a cup made of special materials within a second after giving a high evaluation.

The orange liquid with a hint of gold swayed under the old dirt with a strong sense of age.

Of course, we can't just look at the shortcomings of everything. The potion itself is still relatively clear, so that the thicker dirt at the bottom of the cup can be seen effortlessly.

At the same time, compared with the potion given by the old lady, the amount is much larger.

"Can I not drink it? You have scrubbed this cup too badly."

Fu Qian shook his head for a moment.

"Don't say 'neither gather into drops nor flow down in streams', you didn't put any detergent at all, right?"

...

"Haha...of course."

After staring at Fu Qian for a long time, Dorian was actually somewhat satisfied with his first non-cooperation.

"The effect of the potion is very simple. It allows you to fall asleep faster. Problems like yours need to be treated from the spiritual level."

"If you can make yourself fall asleep anytime and anywhere, you don't have to drink it at all."

It seems that given that everyone has their own intentions, his reaction to Fu Qian is not only not surprising, but even has a sense of victory that his opponent finally shows his weakness under pressure.

"Psychological problem, are you sure?"

However, although he respects the doctor's judgment, his statement still makes Fu Qian frown and point to the blood on his body.

Sneak--

Even before Dorian answered, he pulled out another blood clot from his back.

"...Of course, curse, crying, have you forgotten what you said? Physical trauma is just a superficial manifestation."

At a certain moment, he was a little stumped by the question, but Dorian quickly recalled the patient's self-reported medical history and reminded him with a smile.

"That's right."

Although he dared to raise doubts, Fu Qian was obviously not the kind of patient who was stubborn. Facing the doctor's explanation, he nodded after a little thought.

"Then let's get started quickly - this is not necessary."

However, facing the potion that Dorian handed over again, he refused again, with a confident tone.

"I'm good at entering dreams anytime and anywhere."

Just kidding, from the first glimpse of dreams to the master of nightmares, I don't know how many major journals my research results can be published in.

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"It would be best if you have this confidence."

Although it seems that he is making excuses to shirk his responsibility, Fu Qian's tone and demeanor are so contagious that even Dorian is a little unconfident.

However, since the patient is so confident, he does not intend to force it for the time being, and really puts the potion aside.

"Now what you need to do is very simple, look into their eyes, look into your own eyes..."

The next moment, he, who also sat down behind Fu Qian, had a special rhythm in his voice, like a psychologist guiding hypnosis.

Although as a professional, Fu Qian knew that this was completely a performance.

While Dorian was speaking, a feeling similar to the unfolding of a clear dream had quietly come over him.

And in the eyes of the puppet he was staring at, a special ripple also appeared, and even his own shadow seemed to be moving.

Sure enough, he has mastered some dream-related abilities, and his rank seems to be not low, but I don't know what the source of this authority is.

Silently feeling the vortex that seemed to tear at his will, Fu Qian said in his heart.

Of course, this is only the extent of it. Maybe it is not so easy to get out after entering, but whether to enter or not is still up to you.

"Okay."

Without hesitation, Fu Qian's will was thrown into the vortex.