Nangong Ling stood up slowly, and gently dusted the corners of her skirt with her jade-like hands. A charming smile hung on her delicate and fair face, and the golden light in her eyes made Nong Hanwu feel dazed for a while.
"you you……"
The second young master of the farm family pointed at "Nangong Ling" in front of him, and his voice became hoarse, "Who are you?"
"Did you just forget to introduce yourself?"
Nangong Ling bowed gracefully, and his voice was indescribably gentle, "Nangong Ling, a disciple of Piaohua Palace, has met the Second Young Master Nong."
"You, why would you..."
Nong Hanwu's face became increasingly pale, "Appeared on Li Chen?"
First, the dead Nangong Ling became a Night Fury, and now the comatose Lichen turned into Nangong Ling again. These incredible phenomena could not make his hair stand on end, and make his skin crawl all over, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Senior Sister."
Even Lin Xiaodie couldn't help but wonder, "Are you the same person now?"
"This is Li Chen's body."
Regarding this most beloved junior sister, Nangong Ling answered very readily, without any concealment, "I myself am still in Fenglin Palace."
"Seize the body?"
Lin Xiaodie couldn't help but blurt out.
"To seize a body, you have to let your soul enter another person's body. Then wouldn't I become an empty shell in Fenglin Palace?"
Nangong Ling smiled and shook his head and said, "Besides, even if you want to take over your body, don't you have to choose a good body? What are you doing with a dying old man?"
"Then how did you do it?"
The more Lin Xiaodie listened, the more curious she became. She couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed her arm, shaking her affectionately. She habitually wanted to act coquettishly with the senior sister.
But after shaking it twice, she suddenly remembered that it was the body of an old man, and her expression suddenly changed. She quickly opened her arms, took out a piece of cloth from somewhere, and wiped her hands like crazy.
"My technique is called the Great Dream Heart Sutra, and it can invade and even control other people's dreams."
Nangong Ling suppressed laughter and explained patiently, "And you know, there are many people in the world who can move, talk and even fight normally in their sleep, and their behavior is almost the same as when they wake up. This phenomenon is called sleepwalking.
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"Ling'er, what do you mean..."
Lin Zhiyun was the first to react, "Is Li Chen sleepwalking now?"
"Yes, this is why my disciple asked Xiaodie to knock him out."
Nangong Ling nodded slightly, "As long as I enter the dreamland, I can find a way to control his behavior. With a little illusion, I can naturally create another 'Nangong Ling' tens or millions of miles away."
"
"But……"
Lin Xiaodie subconsciously interrupted, "Even if you are unconscious, you may not be dreaming."
"Xiaodie, what I call dreams may be a little different from what you usually call dreaming."
Nangong Ling chuckled and said, "It's more like a subconscious mental fluctuation that every person who falls asleep will have."
"so……"
Lin Xiaodie's eyes widened and she murmured in a low voice, "You can control whoever you want, and you are invincible, right? After all, no matter how powerful a person is, there will always be times when he needs to sleep."
"That's not necessarily true. There are many people in the world who are beyond my ability."
Nangong Ling glanced at Nong Hanwu intentionally or unintentionally, "For example, the valley where the farmer's house is located is a little weird. It seems to be protected by a mysterious force. But for anyone with the blood of a farmer like him, I can't enter his dream."
Among them, I don’t know if it’s because of the Youhuang chessboard. If not, I can just take over Nong Zangfeng’s body, so why bother arranging a large army to attack the farmer’s house?”
Nong Hanwu was stunned when he heard these words. When he thought that his body might be invaded and turned into a woman without knowing it, he couldn't help but turn pale and feel frightened.
"Besides, controlling a person through dreams requires the mental power to crush that person."
Just listen to Nangong Ling continue to say, "Therefore, for powerful people with truly strong wills, the Dream Heart Sutra often does not work, and may even suffer mental backlash."
"I'm sorry, senior sister."
A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Xiaodie's eyes, and a deep apology appeared on her pretty face, "You took such a big risk and fought with others in the dream, but I said it so lightly."
"Risk? In this world today, I can probably count on one hand the number of people who are mentally stronger than me."
Nangong Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud, "As long as I don't commit suicide, where is the risk?"
Lin Xiaodie couldn't help but froze on the spot, opened her mouth, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Existences like spiritual slaves really have no status in farm families."
Nangong Ling turned around gracefully and slowly approached Nong Hanwu, "Even a close confidant like Ye Sha knows very little about the Youhuang chessboard. It is even worse than Li Chen, a spy, who knows the information from the old man's head.
Look, this Youhuang chessboard seems to be a chess game, Second Young Master, I don’t know if it’s right or not?”
"You, don't come here!"
Seeing her approaching, Nong Hanwu was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He backed away and screamed.
"Once outsiders are sucked into the chessboard, they will be in the game."
Nangong Ling did not stop, but approached step by step, "The one who loses will completely surrender his will and become a lamb to be slaughtered, right?"
"me……"
Nong Hanwu's teeth kept chattering and making a clicking sound. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.
"As a Night Fury, I once advised you to release the mandrill."
Nangong Ling finally came to him, looked directly into the eyes of the second young master Nong, and said unhurriedly, "Although you said you would find the master of the family, you acted hesitant and seemed unsure whether you could."
Success, it takes a lot of time to finish a game of chess, and you can't be sure whether the mandrill has surrendered, right?"
"me……"
Big beads of sweat kept falling from Nong Hanwu's forehead. He still wanted to retreat, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move no matter what.
"Why are you so nervous?"
Nangong Ling chuckled and patted his shoulder, her voice softer than ever before, "Don't worry, I have no plans to kill you yet."
"you……"
Nong Hanwu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "What exactly do you want?"
"Don't you want the chessboard to claim its owner?"
Nangong Ling stretched out her white jade-like right hand, gently touched Nong Hanwu's pale face, and said word by word, "Then I will fulfill your wish, how about it?"
Her palms were smooth and soft, and exuded a faint fragrance, but Nong Hanwu felt goosebumps all over his body, nausea in his chest, and he almost vomited.
Just because he knew clearly that all this was just an illusion, and what was touching him at the moment was actually the withered palm of the old man Lichen.
"you mean……"
He tried to sound calm, "You want me to be the master of the chessboard?"
"good."
Nangong Ling looked at him with a smile and said.
"Why?" Nong Hanwu looked directly into her eyes.
"Anyway, this chessboard will only recognize the direct bloodline of the farmer's family."
Nangong Ling looked calm and replied calmly, "Although you are not a good person, you are still easier to control than Nong Zangfeng, right?"
"I see, are you trying to use me to control the chessboard?"
Nong Hanwu felt confused, but then asked, "But why didn't you choose Nongxu Valley?"
"Young Master from the Agricultural University?"
Nangong Ling replied without hesitation, "This person is too stupid to be useful."
"Aren't you afraid..."
Nong Hanwu was overjoyed, knowing that his life was protected, but he still asked uneasily, "After I take control of this artifact, will I fight back and be harmful to you?"
"Control?"
Nangong Ling chuckled and said, "How could I give you the chessboard? The so-called recognition of the master is just to use your blood and essence to relieve Nong Zangfeng's control of the chessboard."
Nong Hanwu: "..."
"And according to the information that Li Chen has found out, anyone can control the Youhuang chessboard to face the enemy, and there is no need to admit the master."
Nangong Ling smiled lightly and said carefully, "Then I might as well make a bold guess. The only difference between recognizing the Lord or not is whether he can win the surrender of the loser inside?"
Nong Hanwu was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically, and his expression was indescribably ugly.
Before, he was only focused on winning the chessboard, but he never thought carefully about the difference between recognizing the master or not.
Now Nangong Ling's analysis was so reasonable that he could not find any logical loopholes.
In other words, once he becomes the master of the chessboard, Zhong Wen, Gui Mandrill and others on the chessboard will no longer surrender to Nong Zangfeng.
At that time, Nangong Lingda can imprison Nong Hanwu and prevent him from meeting the loser.
In this way, winning or not losing the chess game has almost no impact on Zhong Wen and others.
After all, weakening their will is only the first step. To truly control them completely, you still need to use the secret methods of farmers to transform them into spiritual slaves.
Of course Nangong Ling would not give him such a chance.
"how?"
Just when he was thinking a lot, Nangong Ling raised the chessboard and shook it with a smile, "Do you want to recognize the master?"
"want."
Nong Hanwu's eyes changed and he was confused. After a long time, he suddenly gritted his teeth and spit out a word viciously.