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Yi'an's words and deeds seem to be normal on weekdays, but his reaction is a little slow.

After a systematic examination, the doctors found that Ian's memory was completely messed up, like a shuffled deck of cards.Moreover, Ian's abnormal brain wave value is very high, which shows that his devotion to the Holy Lord has reached an unprecedented level.

——Ian's words in the church were not meant to annoy Leon, but all came from his heart.

"Then I'll have someone send a batch of pigeons over." The emperor hastily suppressed the anger welling up in his heart, and smiled fondly at the person in his arms.

"How many pigeons do you want to raise? Otherwise, I will build a pigeon colony in the Champs Elysees Palace, next to the Palace of Eden?"

"No..." Ian shrank suddenly, buried his face in the quilt, his shoulders trembled, "The Holy Lord will see me through the eyes of a pigeon...I can't let him see me like this...I can't be seen by him See……"

The hand that was still gently stroking the hair stopped.

The body was broken with force.Hands gripped his chin like pincers, forcing him to look up.

"Why can't you let him see you like this?" The string in Leon's mind was still unstretched after all, and broke with a snap, "I just want to show him. Let him know that you already belong to me .He can no longer manipulate you! Whether it is mentally or physically, he has no chance to touch you!"

"You're blasphemy!" Ian stared back resentfully, and really started his endless preaching again.

"I was supposed to serve God with a chaste body, but I fell because of your temptation. And when I wanted to get rid of this licentious life, you forced me! But, Leon, you can tear down the church and burn the sanctuary. Bare frame. But you can't kill the god in my heart..."

"Enough!" Leon shouted loudly, his emotions fluctuated instantly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I've told you ten thousand times, your god is a liar. It's an AI. You've been brainwashed and manipulated by it..."

"No—" Ian burst out with rare strength, rolled over and got out of bed.

Regardless of being naked, he knelt down in the sunshine in front of the window and began to pray.

"My God, please forgive the world for misunderstanding and slandering you, and please tolerate their ignorance and ignorance... My humble and broken body is no longer worthy of bathing in your holy light, but I still long for you to guide me..."

"Your god doesn't exist at all!" Leon also jumped off the bed, rushing to pull Ian up from the ground, "It is the tool used by the Holy See to control you people. You fell into its ambush, Ian Ann, do you remember? I beg you to remember..."

"Your heresies will not shake my faith." Ian tried hard to pull his hand back, "What do you want from me, Leon? You have invaded my body wantonly, and you even made me pregnant Pregnant. Why can't you let me keep a little of my faith?"

Leon was about to jump violently. He quickly took a deep breath and said earnestly, "Your memory is chaotic, Ian, my love, my heart! You don't even know what you are talking about. We are clearly in love..."

"How can I do this?" Ian was already immersed in his own emotions, "How can I still get pleasure from this sinful copulation..."

He withdrew his hand forcefully, knelt down on the floor again, and murmured in a low voice: "Holy Lord, my supreme God, please allow me to shamelessly beg for your forgiveness. I let myself get lost in the worldly love and desire In the middle, I had an affair with a heretic, and even helped him to overthrow you..."

"Heretical?" Leon finally flew into a rage.

He couldn't bear to touch Ian again, so he turned around and kicked the stool at the end of the bed.

The power of the Dark Sentinels is terrifying.The bench broke in two instantly, flying out and hitting the wall.Amidst the loud bang, the stool was shattered into pieces, and two deep pits were smashed into the wall.

Ian was taken aback, and subconsciously retreated to the corner.

"Is this what you call me? A heretic?" Leon walked towards Ian, staring at him viciously, like an angry lion approaching its prey, ready to jump over and bite off the neck of the prey at any time.

"Have you forgotten everything? Including love for me? Am I now a heretic who polluted you with lust?"

Ian huddled in the corner, looking at the man in horror.

"You forget what you said yourself?" Leon asked angrily, "You forget everything, only your God, and the nonsense it instilled in you?"

"Your Majesty!" The alarmed attendants entered the suite.

"When the hell are you going to wake up?" Leon growled, overturned the coffee table, and kicked a stool flying.

The stool flew out and hit the window.The window was not broken, but the picture in the window flashed and went black.

Window portraits are virtual.They are in the royal warship, sailing in space.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!"

The attendants felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and several of them stood in front of Leon, protecting Ian who was shivering in the corner.Several other guards tried to hold Leon back.

Leon, on the other hand, was in a state of berserk.His eyes were bloodshot, and a strong and chaotic aura erupted from his body.

He overturned the guards and frantically smashed things in the room.The couch was broken by his kick, and the stone coffee table was lifted by him and smashed into the bar...

"Leon—" Ian suddenly let out a scream.

The sound pierced Leon's brain like an ice needle.

His body shook violently, and the mania in his eyes faded slightly.And he also took advantage of this brief moment of self-control, snatched the needle from the attendant's hand, and stuck it into his arm.

The medicine took effect quickly.When Leon opened his eyes again, the bloodshot eyes gradually receded, and his eyes had basically recovered their clarity.

Ian was helped up from the corner by the attendants, wrapped in a bathrobe, his face was as pale as snow.

Leon's naked body was billowing with hot sweat, and there was a deep gash on his cheek cut by shards of glass, and the blood flowed down his jaw to his chest.

He panted heavily, looking at Ian with pain and guilt.

Ian turned around timidly, not daring to look at Leon.

Leon grabbed the bathrobe handed over by the attendant, wrapped it up casually, and rushed out of the suite with anger.

"There is still progress, Your Majesty." The doctor turned the photon pen in his hand, smiled and looked at the impatient emperor who was sitting on the sofa.

"I'm about to demolish the suite. Is this progress?" Leon said gruffly, and rolled his eyes at the other party, "Dr. Roger, if you weren't recommended by my father on the basis of your character, then it's up to you. With a medical attitude, I have already exiled you to a mine star to drive an excavator."

"Although you were suffering from mania, you quickly realized it, controlled yourself, and even took the initiative to inject a palliative. I think this is indeed progress, my lord." Dr. Roger was still smiling, benevolently A moment will reward the emperor with a lollipop.

He is a Beta man who is slightly middle-aged and fat, so smart that he is so smart that he has not gone for hair transplantation.He is also an internationally renowned neurologist and a member of the Imperial Medical Association.

There are at least two to three thousand members in this association, and most of them will never see the emperor in their lifetime.And neurology is also slightly unpopular, and its experts are usually not frequently called by members of the royal family.

And Leonardo III is a special case that is rare in thousands of years: he is a dark sentinel with ancient human genes, and he was later forcibly unbound from his light guide.

Dr. Roger, who specializes in the "archaeological specialty" of neurology, finally ushered in the spring of his career.

"As I told you before, Your Majesty, the sequelae of forcibly untied will not be cured so easily." Dr. Roger shook his bright forehead, "You two are like two plants that have grown together Trees, the roots have long been entangled together, transporting nutrients to each other. To untie is to tear the two of you apart abruptly. A large number of your roots will inevitably break."

"Of course, you get the best care right away after the event, but recovery from neurological trauma is rather slow. You need to be patient. You retain some awareness when you're delirious and can Realizing self-rescue, this is great progress."

Leon rubbed his forehead: "I'm not the point. Ian's condition still hasn't improved. He's usually manageable, although he's always been depressed. And every time he touches on the issue of belief, his confusion will explode. And once he has an attack, It's hard for me to control myself..."

The emperor rubbed his face.Recalling my loss of control just now, I felt a burst of regret.Ian looked at him in horror, his eyes pierced his own heart like a knife.

"Master Mitchell's condition is much more serious than yours." Dr. Roger said, "The guide would have suffered more serious injuries during the unbinding. However, he did not receive palliative treatment after unbinding, and received another Other psychological hints and guidance, thinking and memory were deliberately confused."

"It doesn't affect his daily functions, he can live like a normal person, even work. But as soon as related topics are touched, his confusion will attack. We have to reorganize his brain, which is a longer process. "

"I'm not impatient," Leon said, "but I hope he recovers as soon as possible. Not only because he needs his help in this war, but because I don't want to see him suffer. I was tortured by my beliefs, and I felt that I had sinned a lot! I..."

When Leon talked about this, he burst into anger, and hurriedly stopped to prevent himself from losing control again.

"Are you still using the method I gave to try with Lord Mitchell?" Dr. Roger asked.

"Yes." The corner of Leon's mouth twitched, "This is what makes me suspect that you are a quack, doctor. Ian is quite resistant to making out with me. I force him almost every day... force this kind of thing, and occasionally have fun It's pretty good. But who can bear this every day?"

The emperor had a look of displeasure that "I have to force myself to sleep with my Omega", and "I was actually treated as a prostitute by my wife".

Dr. Roger still smiled: "I explained to you last time, Your Majesty. If you want to cure the sequelae of unbinding, it is best to let you two re-bond. However, Sentry can only form a bond with you. Initiating a request requires the guide to take the initiative to complete the contract. Given the current situation of Lord Mitchell, he obviously will not form a contract with you, will he?"

Leon had nothing to say about that.

"And the process of sexual life allows you to briefly simulate the state of the spiritual network of the bond. At the same time, the person's brain discharges violently during the orgasm, which will strongly stimulate his spiritual network and make it expand and grow. In fact , if you want to pursue the fastest results, I suggest that you get Mrs. Mitchell pregnant as soon as possible. The progesterone will stimulate him more strongly, but it is also very safe."

"I've already vetoed this!" Leon said with a dark face, "I can't let him get pregnant under such circumstances. Not to mention, every time he mentions the last child, he's full of 'sin' and deeply blames himself .I still figure out what happened after the last time. Getting pregnant again will only make his condition worse!"

Dr. Roger didn't insist: "Actually, judging from the data I recorded here, Lord Mitchell is still recovering gradually during this period of time. Well done, Your Majesty. Please keep it up!"

Leon's stomach was so full that he didn't know how to vomit.

"However, at this stage of the treatment, I still have to tell you something." Dr. Roger changed the subject and his expression became serious.

"Master Mitchell's instilled belief in the Holy Lord is quite stubborn and enthusiastic. His consciousness is very intrusive. The solution to this, as I mentioned to you before, is to give him a comprehensive Brainwashing, washing out all his memories, 'blanking' him. You rejected it before. But as he recovers, sooner or later, the Spirit Net will reconnect with you. You will most likely be influenced by him in this regard !"

Leon's face turned cold.

"I don't mind if you wash away those things about the Holy See in his mind, but..."

"You are reluctant to let him forget your past together." Dr. Roger added thoughtfully.

Leon lowered his head and smiled wryly.

This young emperor known for his iron and blood rule and outstanding military exploits, this man who launched the religious reform and created the state religion of the Byron Empire.At this moment, he was anxious and anxious, no different from the family members of ordinary patients.

"The structure of the human brain is very miraculous and complex." Dr. Roger said, "Doctors have studied for tens of thousands of years, but they still dare not claim to have mastered all the secrets of the human brain. The memory of the brain is also stored in layers What we hope is that Master Mitchell was invaded at a relatively shallow level that can be cleaned by surgery. And he will store your memory with you at a deeper level."

"But it's still a big risk," Leon said.

Dr. Roger said: "However, Your Majesty. Even if such a serious injury is untied, it will only confuse Lord Mitchell's memory, but he has not forgotten you. He still loves you, but he just feels confused and contradictory. You these days Have been in bed with him all the time, don't you feel it?"

Leon was dumbfounded.

At the moment of rubbing each other's ears and temples, at the peak of passion, the two people's spiritual network briefly touched.Leon could clearly feel Ian's pain, confusion, and desire to control himself.This is also the reason why he won't let go of whatever he says.

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