Everyone who hates me loves me

Fu Yan lay on the spot without a sound, without moving at all, like a dead man.

Lin Lang knelt down and sat beside Fu Cong powerlessly, holding back his tears, and caressed Fu Cong's face tremblingly, his pale face seemed to be crying and smiling.

When Fu Yan was fine, he would never let him get close, let alone an intimate gesture like touching his face.

Now he finally did what he wanted to do before, but that person could no longer give him any response.

"Fu, Fu Chi, Fu Chi..." Lin Lang's eyes were blurred by the icy cold temperature on his hands, and he softly called Fu Chi's name.

It's a pity that the person he called didn't give him any response.

Lin Lang held his breath and gradually lowered his hand, caressing the position on Fu's chest, carefully feeling the faint pulse in his hand, and constantly sending his spiritual power to Fu's body.

The mental power was combed gently and meticulously inch by inch, and Fu Yan's mental power had already turned into a mess.

This is his secret, and it is also the reason why the imperial family is looking for the owner of the 3S spiritual power.

The people in Interstellar only know that the owner of 3S mental power is superior in intelligence, and can even materialize the ability to attack, but they don't know that its most important role is to help sort out the chaotic mental power and abilities.

For those in power, controlling a 3S mental power holder is equivalent to controlling all high-level power holders.

As soon as the warm and soft spiritual power entered Fu Xie's body, the already extremely weak black mist still did not change its dominance, and it couldn't wait to wrap him around him, trying to control this group of radiant, bright and gentle spiritual power forever. It wanted him to be with him forever .

The trapped mental power didn't get angry, and didn't make any resistance movements. It warmed and comforted it with its own energy over and over again in a good temper.

From its point of view, these black fogs are like an ignorant child with powerful abilities but no self-control ability. He has enough patience to teach him how to control himself, but the current timing is not right.

The spiritual power is too gentle and fragile, the black mist no longer guards against him, but begins to fear that he will hurt this fragile and beautiful thing, and it will disappear soon, it does not want this beautiful thing to disappear like this.

Black Mist reluctantly let go of him.

Unexpectedly, the mental power did not leave but hooked the weak and domineering black mist, injected his own power into it, and repaired its energy that was about to be exhausted.

Black Mist came back to life, cheerfully and cautiously surrounding him to enjoy his comfort.

Lin Lang felt the joyful and excited emotions of Hei Wu coming from his mental power, and a gentle and doting smile appeared on his tearful face, "Good boy."

The black mist has resolved the crisis, and there is another bigger trouble waiting for him.

Under the protection of the black mist, the mental power headed towards Fu Cong's sea of ​​knowledge, which was the most dangerous place for Fu Cong. If he didn't handle it well, he might be attacked by Fu Cong.

Lin Lang's sweat dripped down, and his face turned paler.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness has always been opened only by those closest to and most trusted by oneself. If it is not voluntary, others will be attacked if they enter.

Lin Lang was not sure that he would be able to successfully enter the Sea of ​​Consciousness of Fu Yan. If someone with such advanced mental power and supernatural powers as Fu Yao attacked him, it would be difficult for him to guarantee that he could exit safely.

Lin Lang looked deeply at Fu Cong's lifeless handsome face, gritted his teeth, and focused on condensing his mental power into silk threads to penetrate into Fu Cong's sea of ​​consciousness.

What are you afraid of, Fu Yan is so weak now that he will definitely not be able to beat him.

The imaginary barrier did not appear, probably because of the escort of the black mist, the spiritual force stretched out its tentacles and stroked the black mist appreciatively, and successfully got the black mist to surround it with love again.

The mental power was probed to the core, and what I found was Fu Yan's mental power that had become a hairball, disorganized, floating in the middle without radiance, waiting for him to die inch by inch.

Lin Lang felt a little distressed when he saw Fu Yan like this, and controlled his mental power to touch it carefully. Although Fu Fan's mental power slightly resisted, it was not impossible to get close.

This is not a good thing for Fu Chi. He has no ability to resist, which means that his mental strength is gradually dying out, so he must move quickly.

The glowing spiritual power expressed friendship to Mao Tuan, and he did not fight back when attacked by Mao Tuan. It didn't hurt very much anyway, and he didn't want to make the patient hurt more.

On the contrary, Hei Wu, who was waiting by the side, got angry when she saw Nuan Nuan being bullied, and condensed into a big fist, so angry that she wanted to hit the hairball belonging to the same source.

Mental power quickly blocked the movement of the black mist, this is not possible.

Hei Wu was so angry that he turned around a few times on the spot and ran to the corner with his back facing Lin Lang, although he didn't know where his back was.

Lin Lang was a little helpless. It was really difficult for him to take care of the mood of these two people besides helping to treat the disease.

Mao Tuan also seemed to know that compared to the supernatural black mist, it seemed that the thing that just came in was more like one of his own.

And this newcomer really makes the mental power very comfortable!Hairball is a little intoxicated.

Lin Lang took advantage of its relaxation of vigilance and hurriedly started to comb it one by one. When the hairball showed cooperation, he would reach out his tentacles to stroke it.

Hooked Hei Mist ran over aggressively to fight Mao Tuan to the death, and got a warm comforting touch by the way.

The combing process was very hard and smooth, and part of Fu's hairball-like mental strength had been restored. Although not all sorting was completed, at least the crisis was temporarily lifted.

Fu Yan's complexion was no longer black and pale, but gradually regained some vitality, and even his breathing gradually calmed down.

Feeling that the rhythm under the palm of his hand was no longer so weak and chaotic, Lin Lang exhaled, took back the exhausted mental power, and bid farewell to the reluctant black mist and hairball.

Once the mental tension is relaxed, the whole person looks exhausted.

Lin Lang accidentally lost his strength and fell on Fu Cong's body in a kneeling position, hitting his head on Fu Cong's chest, scaring him to get up in a hurry.

The person who took a lot of effort to pull back must not be crushed to death by him.

Her legs were so numb that she couldn't feel them, and she felt a tingling itching whenever she moved. It was extremely difficult to stand up, let alone walk.

"Well," Lin Lang staggered up straight with his knees and waist supported on his knees and waist, with a ferocious expression, he took a breath and jumped on the spot a few times, trying to restore his legs to be flexible.

He didn't realize it until his legs were not so painful. His eyes hurt and his face was uncomfortable.

Lin Lang wiped away his tears with his sleeves vigorously. Perhaps his head was a little dizzy from crying too hard, so he squatted next to Fu Jing again, staring straight at the face that was missed by all the young people and women in the universe.

With red eyes showing a smile after the rain, it's a pity that no one can see it.

"You're so handsome, Fu Yan. Fu Yan, I'm amazing, I saved you! You have to be nice to me in the future, don't stab me with a knife like in your dream, it hurts, I'm afraid it hurts!" "

Relying on the fact that Fu Yan was unconscious and would not hear what he said, Lin Lang recited a lot of words that he had held back for a long time but could not tell others.

He was too absorbed in talking, and he didn't notice that the fingers of the person lying on the ground moved slightly.

Lin Lang felt a lot more comfortable as he spoke, and his head didn't hurt so much. He stretched his arms and kicked his legs to stand up, and looked up at the sky.

The thrilling day is over, and the sun is about to set, so I have to find a place to rest immediately. If it rains, according to Fu Chi's current situation, the problem will be serious.

The lifeboat was damaged on landing and there is no time to repair it.

Lin Lang pulled Fu Yan to move him onto his back, but his strength was so weak that he almost vomited blood when Fu Yan pressed him.

"Fu Qiu, you are only 20 centimeters taller than me, how did you get so strong?"

Lin Lang staggered to his feet with Fu Cong on his back, a little jealous of Fu Cong, he was 1.8 meters tall, how could there be such a big gap between him and Fu Cong.

Lin Lang carried Fu Yan on his back with a disconcerted face and walked hard into the depths of the forest. At night, this empty land was an excellent place for wild beasts to attack.