Chapter 268

Until this time, Zhao Lin still didn't give up the idea of drawing Yang Fan to the warship of their Wang family.

She is more and more optimistic about Yang Fan now.

In the eyes of everyone, the situation of immortality is either killed or released, or directly transferred to their Taikang King's house for protection. There is no fourth way to go.

But now, just because of a hypnosis mastered by Yang Fan, there was such a huge reversal in the original dead end that he really walked out of the fourth road.

More importantly, this fourth way, even in Zhao Lin's view, is also a very good choice. If it is operated properly, it may not be a perfect way to live.

It's just that it's not so easy to make everything perfect and seamless. Can Yang Fan really do it?

Raising her eyes to see that Chen Ershao is still in a dreamland and doesn't know it until now, Zhao Lin also has to lament the brilliance of Yang Fan's hypnosis.

Raise your hand, let a person be confused and draw a knife at his own people. Such hypnosis is not only clever, but also terrible.

Spiritual teachers are really not good. When dealing with them, it's easy to fall into their trap if you're not careful.

Zhao Lin sighed and marveled at the wisdom and strength of Yang Fan's spiritual hypnosis and the ignorance of Chen Ershao's lack of strength.

However, she can't imagine it herself. In fact, not only Chen Jingsheng can't resist Yang Fan's spiritual attack, but also she and her husband Wang Zhihe are unconsciously influenced by Yang Fan's way and Yang Fan's charm skills.

Just like Chen Jingsheng, they are all in the game and don't know themselves. Moreover, they are extremely confident in their own cultivation and think that their martial arts will be invincible. No matter how strong Yang Fan's spiritual power is, as long as they don't enter the spiritual division, they don't want to invade their spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, until now, Zhao Lin has not noticed any abnormality, but her heart is full of endless favor for Yang Fan. How do you think the child feels pleasing to the eye, and she will habitually want to pull Yang Fan into her own camp.

Yang Fan smiled at her, shook his head and declined: "thank you for Aunt Zhao's love, but the younger generation is about to take the college entrance examination. At present, I haven't considered which side to join. I hope you can understand."

"It's not urgent." Zhao Lin said magnanimously, "aunt just wants to make a good marriage. It's not too late for us to discuss this issue after you graduate from the federal Wuda or Jinghua Wuda."

Between words, it seems that Yang Fan must be admitted to the two most powerful universities in the Federation.

On the other hand, without Yang Fan's orders, in order to keep the secret, Chen Jingsheng, who lives and calls his confidants, starts to delete the monitoring and clean the head and tail. In less than three minutes, he cleans up all the traces outside the sword hall.

Yang Fan raised his hand and patted him on the head. He said softly, "good, remember, you've never seen us today. If you meet again in the future, you'll be regarded as strangers."

Chen Er nodded eagerly.

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

Among these people, those who have the lowest accomplishments are martial arts level 8. They can barely be the elite martial arts of the Terran. If they go out of the city to hunt monsters, one person is enough to fight a group of monsters at level 4 and below.

But now, they didn't die on the battlefield of the decisive battle with monsters, but they died here so oppressively. It's a pity that they have no value, and they don't even jump at the spray.

Human race, human beings, the bad roots in human nature will never be completely eliminated.

When will it be a head?

It's a pity for Yang Fan to learn, but he doesn't regret it. After all, if these people don't die, nine times out of ten he and the team members behind him will be in danger. He can't bear to exchange his own and the team members' lives for the lives of running dogs in several large families.

"If you come out, you'll have to pay it back sooner or later."

Yang Fan shook her head, no longer nostalgic, thanked Zhao Lin and said goodbye. After that, she took Chu Feiyun and others directly out of the sword hall, avoided the monitoring in the aisle, went all the way and returned to their cabin of South China military school again.

Watching Yang Fan and others leave, Chen Jingsheng's body softened, and the whole person sat on the ground, panting heavily.

He didn't expect that Yang Fan should let him go so easily. He finally picked up a life.

Chen Ershao looked down sadly and looked around at the bodies of the guards around him. He whispered, "don't worry, I owe you less this time. Your family will be kind to you in the future. If you die well."

After taking a long breath, Chen Jingsheng struggled to get up from the ground. Only then did he find that his trousers had been completely wet since when. He was ashamed and peed.

Chen Ershao got up and slipped out of the sword hall. In the frightened eyes of all passers-by, he quickly returned to his cabin.

Take a bath, change clothes, and then pour yourself a whole bottle of red wine to stabilize your mind.

"Hoo, I finally escaped!"

"But we still have to find a way to get rid of Dad... Bah! It's serious to delete all the pictures he recorded from Yang Fan's bastard. Otherwise, won't there be no peace in the future?"

As soon as the state of mind was quiet, Chen Jingsheng's thoughts gradually returned, his killing intention and evil thoughts could no longer be controlled, and began to rise a little bit. The inexplicable goodwill to Yang Fan in his mind was also beginning to melt gradually.

"If you can't do it, let Grandpa Chen Chuan do it. He is a strong master at the peak level. He wants to kill several martial arts Level 3 and level 4 middle school students in an instant. It doesn't take much effort at all. He can definitely kill everyone without any response!"

"And it should be done sooner rather than later. The later it is, the more likely the video will be exposed." the more I think about it, the more impatient Chen Jingsheng is, the more I can't wait, "now, now, immediately, a second can't wait!"

Chen Jingsheng suddenly jumped up from the sofa and raised his hand to pick up his smart brain communication. Soon, he searched Chen Chuan's communication number in the dense communication list.

Chen Chuan is one of the three strong escorts on the inter provincial airship. His master is the peak and is Chen Jingsheng's uncle and grandfather. On weekdays, the relationship between his grandparents and grandchildren is relatively familiar, so Chen Jingsheng thought of Chen Chuan at the first time when he was in trouble.

Chen Jingsheng's face showed a ferocious color and stretched out his finger to click on Chen Chuan's name.

At this time, there was a sudden slight shock in his knowledge of the sea, and a faint spiritual force full of dark color suddenly broke out and dispersed. It was only a moment's effort that enveloped his whole knowledge of the sea.

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

The look on his face soon became dark, low and depressed. It seemed that he was suddenly confused. He couldn't think of many things. He was sentimental, hurt spring and autumn, and even the tears in the corners of his eyes came together.

"What's the matter with me?"

Chen Jingsheng seems to be aware of something wrong. He wants to shake his head to make his mind clearer.

But the more he dumped it, the more his head felt faint, and his body seemed completely out of his control. He got up and ran to the clothes hanger on the bed, which hung the rune sword he had just killed Chen Jie.

"Chen Jie, they are all dead!"

"I killed them by mistake!"

"Damn me! I'm not human! I must make atonement for their death! Yes, I'll go to the underworld to apologize to them and beg their forgiveness!"

With a sword in his hand, Chen Jingsheng began to gesticulate and talk to himself loudly. Finally, he put the sword across his neck.

It looks like he's drunk and crazy.

In Chen Jingsheng's knowledge of the sea, his own spiritual consciousness is like a spectator. He looks anxiously at what is happening in front of him, but he has no power to stop it.

"What's the matter with me? Why is it like this? Is it because of the bottle of wine?"

"Damn it, put down that sword quickly. What sword do you take when you're drunk? Are you looking for death?"

"No, no, no, no! Don't put the sword around your neck. I haven't lived enough. I can't die!"

"Wake up quickly! Chen Jingsheng, you're so special. Wake up quickly!"

Chen Jingsheng's consciousness roared anxiously in his mind. He watched his own body waving his favorite sword and looked at his neck bit by bit.

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

Now, this man is very vicious to kill him and forge a posture of natural death.

"Who is it!"

"Who is hurting me!"

"Please, don't kill me, I don't want to die!!"

"Yang Fan, is that you?! I've already called your father. What else do you want? Don't kill them all, okay?!"

"I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have evil thoughts. I shouldn't want to kill people. Let me go, father Yang Fan. Let me go?"

Knowing the sea, Chen Jingsheng was like a madman. He knelt on the ground without dignity and kowtowed and begged. Unfortunately, no one answered his questions.

His hands holding the sword did not stop at all, and ran steadily and forcefully towards the throat between his neck.

Poof!

A pool of blood burst out.

Chen Jingsheng's self-consciousness screamed in his mind, but his body fell back straight and sank.

His breath was blocked and his heart stopped. He knew that the world in the sea was becoming dark and collapsed bit by bit, and the whole world was constantly falling and annihilating.

"Who is hurting me!"

This is the last roar of Chen Jingsheng's independent consciousness in the sea of knowledge. Until his body dies and his consciousness is destroyed, he doesn't know who died in his hands.

Plop!

The sound of the body falling to the ground shook the whole ground a little. Zhao Lin took her son's little hand and passed slowly in front of the cabin door outside.

Smelling the bloody gas in the room, Zhao Lin looked unchanged, revealed her own blood fluctuation, forcibly penetrated the shielding array on the cabin door, and swept the scene in Chen Er Shao's cabin at a glance.

"I'm really dead!"

Zhao Lin's face flashed a trace of clarity and an accident.

Although she had some expectations in her heart and felt that Yang Fan should have something to do, she still had some accidents when she really saw and diagnosed Chen Ershao's death.

"I'm determined to kill and cut. I'm thoughtful. I'm sure I'm not disappointed."

Zhao Lin took Wang Yuansheng's little hand and walked through it as if nothing had happened. Her lips pursed slightly at the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint smile.

"Originally I wanted to come and remove this last disaster for him once and for all. Now it seems that I don't need to do it again."