Kryptonians come to the second dimension

Master Liu opened the cell door and invited Ye Wandao and the Demon King: "You two, please come in."

Seeing Ye Wandao, Song Qianqian's eyes suddenly widened.

Ye Wudao!

It turned out to be Ye Wudao!

Damn it, why is Ye Wudao here!

He must have been captured by Mr. Liu.

Ye Wudao was arrested, what about his daughter Xiao Shanshan?

Could Xiao Shanshan have been...

For a moment, Song Qianqian felt like she was struck by five thunders.

She struggled harder.

Mr. Liu took off the rag from her mouth and sneered: "Song Qianqian, you'd better cooperate with these two gentlemen..."

Song Qianqian's roar interrupted Mr. Liu's words.

"Ye Wudao, you...why are you here? Have you been captured?"

"Where is my daughter? Where is my daughter Xiao Shanshan? Where is she now?"

"Run away, run away, leave me alone."

Song Qianqian mistakenly recognized Ye Wandao as Ye Wudao.

What!

Master Liu began to tremble again.

He is really the male helper invited by Song Qianqian, Ye Wudao.

He was deceiving himself before.

It's over, now I'm completely done.

Unexpectedly, "Ye Wudao" slapped Song Qianqian without saying anything.

"Shut up. How can that idiot Ye Wudao compare with me?"

Um?

Song Qianqian was stunned.

Isn't he Ye Wudao?

Why do these two people look so similar?

What is his purpose in coming to find him?

At the same time, the big stone hanging in her heart finally fell to the ground.

It's not just that Ye Wudao was caught, they are still safe now.

Ye Wandao said coldly: "Let me ask you, your father served in the Northern Xinjiang Military Region, right?"

Song Qianqian was alert. He knew that the other party must have bad intentions when asking these questions.

She shook her head in denial: "I don't know what the Northern Xinjiang Military Region you are talking about..."

Snap!

Ye Wandao slapped Song Qianqian again, causing Song Qianqian's mouth to bleed and her vision to blur.

"If you dare not cooperate again, I will beat you to death!"

"Tell me, do you often dream about your father? In other words, your father often entrusts you with dreams."

"Did he go to Kunlun Mountain!"

Song Qianqian was even more shocked.

He actually knows himself so well and even knows his dreams.

This man is dangerous.

Song Qianqian gritted her teeth and shook her head: "My father rebelled against Daxia long ago and fled across the border."

"He should be living well abroad now. Since he is alive, how can he give me dreams?"

Why.

This time it was the Demon King who sighed.

"The people around Ye Wudao are all so stubborn."

"Ye Wandao, don't talk nonsense to him, just use something stronger."

yes!

Ye Wandao nodded in agreement.

Song Qianqian said alertly: "You... what are you going to do?"

"Don't mess around..."

Ye Wandao took out a pocket watch on a chain from his arms and smiled coldly at her.

"Don't worry, I'm just letting you get some sleep."

Ye Wandao raised the pocket watch to Song Qianqian's eyes, shook it gently, and recited a spell at the same time.

What Ye Wandao performed was one of the top ten evil arts of the Yin Division, hypnosis.

This hypnosis is not an ordinary hypnosis in the world, it is extremely powerful.

If the Demon King uses this hypnosis technique, he can hypnotize the most powerful person.

Ye Wandao's mastery of hypnosis is not very good. At most, he can only hypnotize the powerful king.

Song Qianqian, an ordinary person, has no power to resist in front of this hypnosis technique.

Although she tried to keep her eyes wide open and her teeth clenched,

But in the end, he couldn't help but fell into a drowsy sleep.

Ye Wandao and the Demon King stared at Song Qianqian closely, never leaving their eyes.

On the side, Mr. Liu was so shocked by their mysterious actions that he didn't dare to breathe.

About five minutes later, Song Qianqian suddenly began to struggle slowly, and at the same time she couldn't stop talking in her sleep.

"Dad, Dad, where are you going?"

"Please don't leave, come back quickly."

There is no doubt that Song Qianqian had a dream.