The First Strong Control In History

  Chapter 295 The Lessons of the Blood Gun King

  293,

  【Eternal Sleep】The side effects are even greater than Yuan Bei imagined.

  Ten days have passed, and under the treatment of several medical masters, Chen Hao still has not been able to get rid of the influence of the dream.

  So when Chen Enzheng arrived, Chen Hao said angrily: "I am the emperor of blood, who are you? Why are you locked up here?! Where is my power!? Where is my law of blood!?"

   "You **** fellows, when I recover my strength, I will kill you without a place to bury you!"

   At this time, Chen Enzheng was speechless and angry.

  He is tall, not vicious in appearance, and even has a bit of nobility, but at this time his face is calm, the air is filled with frightening blood, and the invisible pressure even distorts this space.

   "How long has this symptom lasted?"

   "My lord, there is one day in ten days."

  The head of the medical staff behind him didn't dare to look at his face, and said cautiously: "Compared to before, it's much better now."

  He really didn't lie when he said this. If he hadn't been reminded in advance when he first woke up, I'm afraid they might have one or two of them here.

   "What caused it?"

   Chen Enzheng's eyes were full of overwhelming anger: "My son, are you crazy?"

   "Not crazy."

  The medical chief hurriedly said: "It was just a trick similar to a spell. He spent an unknown number of years in the dream, and he still couldn't get rid of the influence of the dream after waking up."

   "How long will it take to recover?"

  Chen Enzheng said in a low voice.

   "It's hard to say, the shortest is two or three months, and the longest is half a year."

  The medical chief said again: "We can only cultivate his spirit with spiritual healing techniques. As long as he gets rid of the influence of this dream, he will naturally return to normal."

   "Although I don't know how many years have passed in the dream, just looking at his reaction, it is definitely longer than his current age, which is why it is difficult to get rid of the current situation."

  The Blood Spear King was silent, but he gently put his hand on Chen Hao's head.

   "I advise you not to do this."

At this time, a voice came from the space, and with the slight vibration of the space, a malicious face appeared in the room: "If you don't want your son to go crazy, it's better not to try to erase the memory of his dream. "

   "He may have lived in the dream for more than a hundred years, which has been completely integrated into his soul. If it is forcibly torn off, the soul will also be damaged."

  Zhang Hong said lightly: "I cultivate malice, and I will not joke about things above the soul."

  Chen Enzheng's face changed slightly, but he still snorted coldly, withdrew some malice in his heart, and said lightly: "Is this what you explained to me?"

   "Half a year is enough for my son to fall behind in the echelon."

   "At their age, you should know the importance of time."

  Zhang Hong said as if he had never heard of it, "You can only cultivate it quietly, and don't try to break it by forcibly raising its spiritual power."

   "Unless you don't mind your son giving birth to another personality, you know better than me who will become the master personality and who will become the sub-personality."

   "How to trust you?"

  Zhang Hong said lightly: "This is what Mr. Ming said personally."

  Chen En's expression changed, he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Hong, and asked in surprise, "Mr. Ming has been here?"

   "What are you doing to lie to you?"

  Zhang Hong said lightly: "This is my explanation to you."

   "The so-called time is fate. The current situation is complicated. The current situation of the earth's space is the same as it was a hundred years ago. Maybe the next space explosion will come in the next few years. External troubles and internal troubles. How can we know that it is not a blessing?"

   "Your son's personality is difficult to become a master. If you completely get rid of the century-old dream, it will be good for yourself."

  Chen Enzheng smiled angrily: "You mean, I should thank him?"

   "It doesn't have to be."

  Zhang Hong's face remained calm: "I just told you the situation."

  Chen En's face was ugly, and after a long time, he sighed: "Where is Yuan Bei?"

  …

  When Yuan Bei was photographed in the room, he refused in his heart.

   However, rejection is invalid.

   This is a ward. Yuan Bei saw Chen Hao who fell into a coma on the bed at first sight, and Zhang Hong who was standing still in another place.

  Beside the bed, a tall man was sitting upright, looking at him, handsome, with soft lines, but the murderous eyes destroyed the softness.

  The aura on his body was as deep as hell, and the eyes of the two met in the air. The blood in those eyes rose, as if there was a sea of ​​blood floating and sinking.

   Blood Gun King.

   No need to guess, Yuan Bei also knows who this person is.

"Humph!"

  Blood Spear King suddenly snorted coldly, the space vibrated, and several cracks quietly appeared, which were disillusioned in a blink of an eye.

  Boom!

  But this soft cold snort sounded like a thunderbolt in Yuan Bei's ears, as if his spirit was being torn apart by a pair of **** hands, the pain was excruciating!

  In an instant, Yuan Bei spat out a mouthful of blood, and his complexion became extremely pale.

  Boom!

  The Blood Spear King still didn't stop, and a majestic momentum suddenly descended on Yuan Bei's body like a mountain top.

   It seemed as if there were several mountains pressing down on his body, and countless blood colors filled his eyes, as if an ocean composed of blood appeared in Yuan Bei's eyes.

   cluck cluck...

  The bones around the body seemed to be unbearable, making a creaking sound, as if they would all burst apart in the next moment.

The blood all over his body seemed to become extremely hot under some kind of force, and swarmed in. Under the violent impact, drops of blood slowly seeped out of his body. In an instant, Yuan Bei's whole body turned into a stream of blood. people.

  The continuous and uninterrupted severe pain came surging like a tide.

This made Yuan Bei not even have the strength to think. He just relied on a willpower to endure the huge pain. His adaptability and rooting seemed to be pushed to the extreme, and he kept delaying the pain brought about by the pressure. destroy.

   After a long time.

"enough."

   Zhang Hong, who had been silent all this time, said at this time.

"Humph."

  Blood Spear King withdrew all his strength, a **** ray flashed, and disappeared in an instant, together with Chen Hao who was sleeping beside the bed.

   "I took my son away."

   "I'm on official business, so I won't stay any longer."

  From the beginning to the end, the Blood Spear King never said a word to Yuan Bei.

   But somewhere far away, the figure of the Blood Spear King emerged, with a silent expression on his face.

  Mr. Ming endorsed him, even the blood spear king would not dare to touch him.

  It's just that if his son falls into such a situation and he can't even teach him a lesson, then what he does as a king is a bit too useless.

   At this time, Yuan Bei was equally silent.

  (end of this chapter)