It can be seen that Fu Qian's answer is once again out of line for lobbyists.
Not to mention the clarity of the idea, this kind of cross-dimensional operation is a bit difficult to distinguish between true and false for it, which has no friends in that world.
"In that world, Gulade is an ancient family that has lasted for thousands of years, and its rich heritage is beyond your imagination."
He let out a long sigh, then turned around with an expression of inadequacy and inadequacy.
"You actually think that after such a bizarre experience, they can't help the family's children to avoid the invasion of nightmares?"
"Relying on my understanding of Taylor's character, I tried every means along the way to guide him to keep it secret while laying out doubts that would interest him, maximizing the probability of coming back on his own initiative."
"I thought you could make some progress since I left last time, but you ended up doing the same old thing of just waiting to be taken over - oh yes, you learned to play hard to get and verbally expressed that you were not interested."
"Have you said enough?"
The lobbyist finally failed to hold on and became angry.
"Well...that's enough."
However, this time, Fu Qian nodded slightly and actually agreed with what he said.
"What?"
Clearly confused by this response, the lobbyist's subconscious reaction was to look around, as if he was worried that he had unknowingly fallen into another trap.
At the same time, what Fu Qian was looking at was the top of its head.
An illusory eye actually appeared there.
…
Sure enough, the workplace is like a battlefield, and senior partners and the like are all lies.
Facing this sudden change, Fu Qian was filled with emotion for a moment.
As an auxiliary sign provided by the warehouse, the illusory eyes represent the degree of dreaming of the will.
As the tool of the evil god who invaded from inside the nightmare corridor, compared with other characters in the dream, he and the lobbyist are obviously special.
In Taylor's earliest dream, he also stimulated the lobbyist, but at that time, there was no such dream awakening mark on its head as proof.
There is also the invalidation of the Return Edict on oneself.
In Fu Qian's understanding, due to the infection of the cloister, the nature of their existence is like that of native creatures in a dream.
When walking in it, it is real to the two of them, and there is no such thing as waking up from a dream.
And if this is the case, the meaning behind the illusory eyes that suddenly appeared in front of you is a bit serious.
…
Every second you delay, you will fall into a deeper predicament, and you will not be so bored as to waste time on ridicule.
In particular, Brother Ke has no rank ability, and his IQ really doesn't bring him any sense of achievement.
After the meeting with Wen Li just now, I entered here directly without going through the corridor. In fact, I never gave up looking for the reason for this anomaly.
The reason is also very simple. In his opinion, a superior person like Alakir may still have the emotion of anger, but it is almost impossible to do something purely to vent anger.
Especially in this difficult situation.
Then there is a very simple logical paradox. Even if your posture is uncooperative, it is a nightmare that the rightful owner has not yet arrived. What is the point of two gatekeepers?
When it was obvious that he could block some small moves, any attempt he made to find an opportunity would ultimately be beneficial to him - such as the opportunity to contaminate Wenli just now.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.
Facts have proved how valuable the spirit of skepticism is.
It was under this unreasonable situation that although it was difficult to determine the cause for the time being, Qian Fu still tried to stimulate the lobbyist to see if there was any abnormal behavior.
The result is that illusory eyes that represent dreaming appear on the lobbyist's head.
How can a dream native dream?
Is it possible that its "real body" is still in Taylor's residual dream at this moment, but he just dreamed of the scene in front of him?
…
Yes, everything is exactly the same, and the lobbyists even came up with a maximum attraction theory.
But the unusual scene above his head made Fu Qian suspect that this was not the place where he and Taylor had chatted.
Finding the devil in the details is the basic quality of an academic worker.
So if we continue along this line of thinking, what else would it be if it weren’t Can Meng?
This problem is actually much simpler.
In the nightmare corridor, what can absorb and integrate various information fragments, while allowing lobbyists to blend into it imperceptibly?
The dream of gods behind the door.
Lord Alakir seems angry.
…
Tool people who have too many ideas of their own are really not popular.
He figured out a guess at the speed of light and sighed before paying.
If the idea is true, the current situation is that after the exchange between himself and Wenli, Alakir directly dragged himself into the dream behind the door controlled by him.
The motive is not hard to come up with.
He is indeed not trying to vent his anger, He is just trying to control risks.
Because the current red card tools not only have a bottom line, they even like to control the rhythm themselves.
If Chen Cang was actually secretly tricked into redeeming himself, then the play would be useless.
In the end, Alakir chose to forcibly pull himself into the divine dream, even reenacting a scene one to one and bringing in a guest guest, so that everything could not be suspected to the greatest extent.
The purpose of such a painstaking arrangement is obvious, that is, to integrate yourself into it as much as possible, to control erosion more deeply, and to make the tool people more obedient.
He thought for a moment before paying and pressed the button on the remaining left eye.
The next moment, under the puzzled eyes of the lobbyist, he used his hands to dig out the last window to his soul.
"Depend on!"
In this scene, for the lobbyist, questioning the lunacy seemed too euphemistic, and he directly used foul language.
Coupled with the twinkling eyes on the top of his head, it sincerely reflects his incomprehensibility - for someone to hate being assigned a job so much.
"It's too much of a fuss. Have you forgotten the identity of our dream controller?"
However, as the person involved, Fu Qian, who had two bloody holes on his face, remained very calm. He even turned his eyeballs in his hand to aim at them, fulfilling the courtesy of looking at people when speaking - he could actually see them.
That's right, although compared to the previous right eye, there is nothing unusual about this one's appearance.
But when Fu Qian pulled it completely out of his eye socket, he immediately discovered that although there was no longer any physical connection, he could still "see" it.
Even the field of view really changes with the movement of the eyeball in the hand.
This is obviously not something that ordinary flesh and blood can do. Except for the left arm and right eye, the erosion has intensified unknowingly.
And that's not even the most important thing.
Ignoring the lobbyist, whose wings spread again under the stimulation, he turned his eyes in his hand, "looked" around the room, and finally landed on himself.
I just felt strange - the style of my shirt has changed.
This is the one I wore when I had dinner with Young Master Qin and the others last time. It should never appear in the extraordinary world.
The information in my mind seems to be "infiltrated" out, just like many dreamers who have died here before.