In the spacious and dark room, Ao Bing sat on the soft couch with her eyes closed, like a piece of wood. Standing in front of her was a man wearing a black robe. He was a hypnotist, hypnotizing her.
On the side, Killua lowered his voice and said worriedly: "Your Highness, is this really okay?"
A gloomy light flashed through Luo Yusi's half-closed sharp eyes: "I have no choice. If I see her like this again, I will have endless nightmares every night."
"But if she wakes up and regains normal intelligence and memory, she will hate His Highness very much." Everyone here knows what happened between them.
"If hating me can free her, then let her hate me." Let him bear the pain.
Killua was silent. It seemed that His Highness was willing to risk everything this time, but~
He looked at Ao Bing worriedly. When she returned to normal, I was afraid that by then, their moving castle would no longer have a peaceful life.
But His Highness insists on doing this, what can they do?
After the hypnotist hypnotized Ao Bing, he began to ask her questions one after another.
"What's your name?"
"Ao Bing."
"Who is your favorite person?"
"Lochus."
"Who is your elder brother and what is his name?"
"He is the human king of the imperial capital, and his name is Aopo."
"How did your father die?"
All the previous questions were answered smoothly, but when the hypnotist asked this question, a struggling and painful look began to appear on her face, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Answer me, how did your father die?" The hypnotist's voice became louder, faster, and more oppressive.
"He...he..." She talked about him for a long time, but still couldn't tell the reason.
"He...died on the battlefield." Two lines of clear tears flowed from her closed eyes.
"Whose hands did he die in?" the hypnotist's question became even more pointed.
"Die... die... no..." She shook her head violently, refusing to spit out that person's name, and the expression on her face became even more painful.
"Who is your favorite person?"
"Lochus."
"Whose hands did your father die at?" the hypnotist asked again.
Lochus looked at her painful expression, suddenly clenched his fists, and turned around. He was worried that if he continued to look at her, he would be unable to stop him.
"Whose hands did your father die at?" the hypnotist asked more urgently.
"Ah..." Aobing suddenly screamed.
"Bingbing..." Luo Yusi turned around quickly and saw Ao Bing holding her head with both hands, curled up on the soft couch, her body trembling continuously.
He could no longer care so much, and quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to hold her shoulders, and shouted worriedly: "Bingbing."
Ao Bing's mood slowly stabilized, and her body no longer trembled. She slowly put down the hand holding her head, raised her head, and shot him with cold eyes like arrows.
Strong hatred condensed in her pupils.
"Bingbing..." Luo Yusi called her name hesitantly, his heart had never been as cold as it was at this moment.
"It's you..." Her expression suddenly turned ferocious, and she suddenly raised a slap and scraped it hard towards his face.
