Chapter 838

But

The man had just finished saying this, and then he noticed that Meng Fusheng, who was standing beside him, was already sweating. His face was dripping with cold sweat from his cheek. His eyes narrowed dangerously and stared at Gong Zhengyu in a smile.

"Idiot." Meng Fusheng bit the root of his teeth and stared at the member who made the random proposal. Then he took a deep breath and forced the strange feeling on his chest. He raised his head and looked at Gong Zhengyu and said:

"Gong Er Shao has a heart to talk with each other, so why use this technique of bewilderment?"

As soon as Meng Fusheng's words came out, the hearts of all the people in the red blood brigade were shocked.

The art of perplexity is a very mysterious ability. It's an innate ability that can't be cultivated postnatally. People who have the art of perplexity, no matter what they say, are all reasonable in other people's ears. No matter how absurd the speech is, it's very persuasive for listening. Even hostile people can't help but change their minds according to his words.

And the most terrible thing about this ability is.

Those who are guided by him will not realize that their thoughts are changed because of the existence of the art of confusion.

Gong Zhengyu was exposed by Meng Fusheng, but there was no heart deficiency on his face. He smiled and said: "it's my fault. The art of language confusion is born with me. Sometimes it's out of control. If you don't pay attention, it's out of control. I hope you don't mind."

Everything that Gong Zhengyu shows is so natural that people unconsciously think it's just a misunderstanding.

But

Meng Fusheng doesn't believe Gong Zhengyu's saying at all.

"I met Gong Er Shao for the first time, but his reputation has been heard. With a single mouth, you can let countless powerful people decide on their own in front of you. You'd better control it carefully. Meng doesn't want to follow those people's footsteps." Meng Fusheng said with a smile.

Gong Zhengyu will not give anyone a sense of threat. No matter his appearance, temperament or his weak body, people will subconsciously ignore his danger.

I don't know

Such enemies are really terrible.

If we talk about the star picking tower, the most feared thing is not the owner of the building, Gong Qiang, but the sick man in front of us.

Gong Zhengyu smiled and looked at Meng Fusheng's defensive eyes without much reaction.

"Chief Meng said that we should pay attention to it in the future."

Meng Fusheng takes a breath secretly, and his fist on his side is slightly loosened. If you look carefully, you can clearly see that his palm has been pinched out by himself. Only under the sharp pain can he ensure that he is absolutely clear in the art of confusion.

"But I also hope that head Meng will give a good consideration to the matter of zizilin. Although my father's practice is arbitrary, it's also for the consideration of your group of subordinates. If you step on zizilin rashly, I'm afraid there will be many deaths and injuries. I don't think head Meng would like it to happen, right?" Gong Zhengyu said with a smile.

But Meng Fusheng cast a low mantra.

What's good for them? What's his mind about the star picking tower?

"We don't have to worry about the affairs of the red blood brigade. We've decided to go to the forest. If the Lord is really good for us, it's enough to stop less."