2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In the next half hour, Yan Muyun listened to Chai Yi's story and gradually understood the whole story.

During the catastrophe in Menxia City a few months ago, Bishop Desolate, one of the four cardinals of the Shengyao Order, witnessed Yan Muyun going berserk and killed Lord Molten and took away his abilities.

From that day on, this madman who was said to have single-handedly caused at least six major and minor catastrophes in various Asian countries regarded Yan Muyun as the carrier of the Holy Lord's will in the human world. He vigorously promoted within the cult that he would one day gather the abilities of all king-level alien species, become the common king of ten alien worlds, and lead all the alien species to defeat the stupid and resisting humans in one fell swoop.

Because this bishop has a high status within the sect, many believers believe in the existence of this "Son of the Holy Lord". It's just that not many people know the true identity of the Holy Son. It is said that apart from the four bishops, only a few direct subordinates of the desolate bishop know.

And that Son of God was one of the confidants of Bishop Desolate. He had also witnessed the whole process of the catastrophe in Menxia City, and he naturally knew the true identity of the "Holy Son".

However, regarding the attitude towards Yan Muyun, the Holy Son, the Son of God seemed to have some differences with Bishop Desolate. The latter highly praised it and firmly believed that the Son of God would eventually "abandon the darkness and turn to the light" and join the Shengyao Order. However, the Son of God was skeptical about this.

This time, he instructed Feng Yu to "replace" Wu Bai in the nightclub, and then approached Yan Muyun and found an opportunity to "replace" him as well. This was Shenzi's own little move in private.

According to Feng Yu's own "confession", he didn't want to do it at first, as if he was afraid of offending the bishop. However, the Son of God told him that as long as Yan Muyun was replaced, he would be the Son of God.

What the Bishop of Desolation really values ​​is not who the Holy Son is, but the ability to swallow alien species and turn them into alien species.

If Feng Yu really replaced Yan Muyun and became the Holy Son, he would find an opportunity to make a big show of joining the cult. It’s probably too late for Bishop Desolation to be happy, because this just proves that his prediction is true and will undoubtedly greatly enhance his status in the entire Holy Glory Order.

Being encouraged by his boss and thinking about the glory and wealth he would enjoy after becoming the Holy Son, Feng Yu gritted his teeth and accepted the task.

Yan Muyun knew what happened next. This guy was now being held in the Logistics and Security Office of Chenjing College wearing an ability suppressor and handcuffs.

...

The coffee on the table had reached the bottom. Chai Yi looked at the young man in front of him with warm eyes: "Do you have any other questions?"

"No more." Yan Muyun let out a long breath and lay back indifferently. Then he felt something was wrong and sat up straight again.

"What are you thinking about now?" Chai Yi asked softly.

"I don't know myself, my mind is very messed up." Yan Muyun smiled bitterly.

Chai Yi continued: "You are a little uneasy and angry... but more of a hesitation and hesitation. It seems that you want to do something but can't make up your mind at the moment?"

Yan Muyun's eyes widened slightly: "Did you use your ability?"

"No, I can tell." Chai Yi smiled and shook his head, then asked jokingly: "Want to try?"

Yan Muyun grinned: "Okay."

Chai Yi sat up slightly and looked through the glasses with his bright eyes, his pupils gradually becoming transparent.

Yan Muyun suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the line of sight could penetrate his clothes, skin, muscles, and bones layer by layer... But when he was about to be able to directly see the beating heart in his chest, There was a vague layer of something as thin as cicada's wings blocking the front, blocking the other party's gaze.

"Huh?" Chai Yi adjusted his glasses, with a look of surprise on his face: "I can feel your emotions, but I can't accurately read your thoughts."

Yan Muyun's eyebrows moved, as if he was a little proud, but he quickly concealed it.

"Is it because of your superpower? It's really extraordinary." Chai Yi's pupils returned to their original color and he said with a smile.

"Hehe." Yan Muyun smiled sheepishly.

However, Chai Yi said at this time: "Although I cannot directly read your thoughts, I am confident that the previous analysis of your mental activities should be accurate."

"Yes, indeed." Yan Muyun nodded honestly.

"I won't ask what the specifics are." Chai Yi smiled gently, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes became more obvious: "If you make a decision at any time, just go to Dean Zhuge."

Zhuge Xiangming, the dean of Chenjing Academy, is said to be the strongest telepathic person known in the world.

Yan Muyun nodded with a serious face, and the two casually chatted for a few more words before he stood up and left.

...

After the door was closed, the smile on Chai Yi's face gradually disappeared and turned into a touch of worry. She lowered her head in thought for a long time, finally stood up, made herself another cup of coffee, turned around and returned to her desk.

About twenty minutes passed, and there was a knock on the door of the psychological consultation room again.

"Come in." Chai Yi called softly, and the smart central control system in the room automatically opened the door, and a hooded girl walked in from the outside.

The old woman's slightly frowned brows relaxed, and a soft smile appeared in the corners of her eyes: "Speechless."

"Grandma Chai." Ye Buyu took off his hood, with a heartfelt smile on his beautiful and delicate face, but there was still a little grievance in his voice for some reason.

An old man and a young man are sitting on the sofa, holding hands. It can be seen that they are very close to each other, even if they are a biological grandmother and a biological granddaughter, they are not much different.

The two chatted intimately for a long time, about twenty minutes, as if they had endless things to say to each other.

It can be heard from the words that Chai Yi was there for more than a month because he participated in an academic seminar, and he just came back the day before yesterday. As a result, as soon as I came back and I hadn't rested at home for long, something like this happened in the college, and I hurried back to work again.

While chatting, Chai Yi suddenly sighed: "Buyu, did you do that in the end?"

"Yeah." Ye Buyu's mood also became a little depressed, and he nodded dullly.

Chai Yi's eyebrows gradually rose, and his tone became a little dangerous: "Tell me honestly, did that damn old man Zhuge ask you to do it?"

Ye Buyu quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I am...I am..."

But I couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

"What are you?" Chai Yi pressed.

"I... volunteered..." Ye Buyu's voice became smaller and smaller, and his face turned red.

"You'd better be willing." Chai Yi snorted coldly: "That damn old man Zhuge has always liked to talk nonsense, saying that following his method can make you the strongest superpower in the world. If you want me to know that he is really behind the scenes, I have to ask your Aunt Pei to take care of him..."

"No, I really volunteered." Ye Buyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Is it really voluntary?" Chai Yi pulled her shoulders and looked at her with scrutiny: "What's so good about that kid?"

"At least next to him, I feel like an ordinary person. I don't need to wear an ability suppressor and won't hear random sounds..." Ye Buyu rolled his eyes, but asked slyly: "You What do you think of him?"

Chai Yi was silent. The face of the young man just now appeared in his mind, and he sighed for a long time: "I'll try my best, but my personality is too gentle and I worry a little too much."

Ye Buyu nodded in deep agreement: "Yes."

Chai Yi pinched her nose, but smiled and said: "It's been almost a month, and with your charm, you haven't won it yet?"

"Who knows what he was thinking..." Ye Buyu buried his head in the other person's arms, and his voice became weak again.

The smile on Chai Yi's face gradually faded, and he sighed again: "What about after that?"

"I will tell him the truth, even if he hates me for it, it doesn't matter..." Ye Buyu drilled down, rested his head on Chai Yi's lap, curled up on the sofa like a baby, and whispered softly Whisper:

"Anyway, I hate myself like this."

Chai Yi couldn't bear it in his eyes, but he didn't say anything in the end. He just reached out and gently touched the girl's shoulder.