Chapter 160:

Fangallo walked into the recording room in the eyes of everyone. Everyone's eyes were looking at him, flashing the light of expectation, and he looked at Dr. Song first, and then he looked straight at him. The teenager on the side of the round table.
"You have a very powerful force in your body." As soon as he sat down, he spoke slowly to the teenager.
"Really? Am I strong?" The teenager's tightly-held two fists pressed on the table, a pair of excitement and a faint curious look.
Fangallo looked at him momentarily, then slowly shook his head: "I think you will be wrong, this force does not belong to you, it is fluctuating, but it does not mix your breath, it can be seen that you are not a Powerful people. "
The teenager tried his best to pretend to be innocent and clean, but the arrogance and contempt in his eyes were almost full. He looked down on everyone present and confirmed that he was very powerful, so he was a little bit happy when he heard the first sentence of Van Gogh, but he forgot to disguise after hearing the second sentence, revealing a picture Twisted face.
There was a layer of anger in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were bent stiffly, revealing a nervous and shy smile, and then matched with his young face, it felt very split.
Fangallo hasn't looked at anyone since he was seated, and his eyes are firmly locked on the teenager, and the same is true of the teenager. The eyes of the two collided in midair, fighting silently, and each regarded each other as prey. In the eyes of ordinary people, they just sit face-to-face and seem to be very peaceful. However, in the heterogeneous space invisible to ordinary people, there are two magnetic fields creeping, touching, and tempting, and then turning into spears or swords, competing against each other.
Song Rui's perception is sharper than anyone's, so he has been sitting on his shoulders now and has changed his expression.
"Big Brother, you don't seem to be strong yet. You feel weak to me." The teenager pricked his head in a crooked voice, and his voice was sweet and soft. He also called the big brother crisply, but his tone was disgusting. .
Van Gogh frowned slightly, and it was really difficult to tolerate children who were so false.
"Can you start?" He asked politely.
"Brother, let's get started. Let me talk about the rules first. You can't touch me or touch my personal belongings. You can only psychic across this table. If you can't sense my Really, you have to admit in the media that you are a big liar. Brother, do you dare to come? "The teenager smiled, his tone still so shy, but the words he spoke were tough.
His appearance and heart showed two extremes, but his parents didn't think this was a problem, but showed a proud look. The genius should have the arrogance to step on the soles of all mediocrities! After this, the son's fame will be greater, and the future will be brighter.
Obviously, they were prepared this time. If they could solve their son ’s problems, they would naturally be the best. If they could n’t solve them, they would have to climb up on the super high ratings of the program crew to knock out their son ’s reputation. A genius like him deserves everyone's attention! The best country can intervene and find the most authoritative brain doctor in the world for his son to see the disease.
Yes, they also knew that their son was sick and needed to see a doctor, but they were all ordinary working-class people who really had no money but wanted to ask their son for the best doctor. This put the idea on the head of "Wonderful World" . There are more sons than psychic cattle inside!
The atmosphere in the recording room became more and more deadlocked. I do n’t know when, the guests and the staff of the program team have split into two completely hostile camps.
Van Gogh no matter what ghosts are hidden in these people's hearts, he just said calmly: "Go."
Song Rui took hold of his hand at this moment, and his eyes were worried. Shen Tu's alertness is very strong, and there is another inexplicable force to protect him. He fears that the youth will be hurt again during the reading process. He remembers what he said, the process of psychic is similar to game, and there is also the danger of death.
"The opportunity I said is on him." Van Gaal leaned into Dr. Song's ear and explained inaudibly. He must participate in this game, there is no possibility of retreat.
Song Ruiding looked at him for a while, and then took back his powerful hand.
"Brother, aren't you okay?" The teenager spoke again.
Song Rui glanced at him, his eyes sharp as a knife. Many times in the past, he would suddenly have a strong intention to kill someone, and then press down with willpower. But this time, the murderous intention came so violently that his fingertips were shaking uncontrollably.
Fangalo's cold hand suddenly stretched out, gently patting the back of his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the teenager, smiling: "I'll try it first."
"Okay, the person I am most looking forward to is the elder brother. My problem is really serious. I don't know who can help me except the elder brother. Brother, can you do it?" The teenager praised the Brahma again Gallo, but the words are not easy to hear. He leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes bent into two crescents, his round face flushed, soft and tender like a dough.
But in this scene, in the eyes of Vanguard, it is equivalent to a fierce beast finally showing its sharp fangs. The magnetic field surrounding the teenager suddenly changed from a meandering flow to a dense cone of thorns, and the intruder could be scalded with only one touch. In the blink of an eye, he evolved from dough to a bomb that exploded.
If, as usual, the enemy showed a spear, Vanguard would naturally see each other with swordsmen, but it is different today. He was badly injured today, his internal organs were broken, and the severe pain was burning all the time. Holding his soul, let him fall into persistent weakness. He had no swordsmen, no spears, and no solid shield, only the tenacity he had to make and the fearlessness that would never retreat.
He never bowed his head to anyone for the rest of his life, this is by no means a lie.
He hung his palm in front of the teenager's face, and then closed his eyes, wrapped the hair-thin thoughts around the powerful energy field, and then penetrated and invaded little by little. Time seemed to stand still. The boy sat paralyzed in a chair, his hands covered his ups and downs, and he waited patiently. The smile on his face was very calm and comfortable, while Van Gogh always closed his eyes, twisted his brows, and felt for a long time.
The people around looked at them nervously, and from time to time they looked up at the wall clock on the wall.
Five minutes later, Shen Shen and Shen Mother began to impatiently urge: "Not yet? Is this too long? Does your psychic work? Is this one a liar? He is not your best Strong player? "
"Who do you say is a scammer? Yuan Zhongzhou's failure to detect them does not mean they are scammers. It's your son who has a problem!" Song Nuan patted the table and refuted, but his cousin pressed his shoulders.
"Quiet." The man's majestic voice broke through the almost frozen air, and his tight face also showed that he was actively suppressing the restless emotion.
Shen Shen and Shen Mother are typical bullies and fears, and because of the authority of Song Rui, they can only shut their mouths reluctantly.
It took another five minutes before Van Gogh slowly lowered his hand, opened his eyes, and coughed a few times. He covered his lips with his hand and blocked the smell of rust rising from the depth of his throat. As a result of this confrontation, his already severely wounded internal organs were crushed again, and now he has turned into a blood stream into his cavity, transmitting a salty taste at the tip of his tongue, which he swallowed silently.
His cough was slightly restrained, and his expression was not painful. Others would only think he was uncomfortable in the throat, but the teenager and Song Rui twitched their noses together, as if sniffing, and then one expression was complacent, and the other was pale.
Song Rui hid his hands under the table, clenched his fists, and wanted to say "Enough is enough," but the young man didn't stop, he didn't dare to stop.
Shen Tu shouted without hesitation: "Vangallo, are you hurt? Why? Am I too strong? What did you feel?"
Fangalo swallowed blood without any traces, shaking his head and said, "I said, that power does not belong to you, and you are not strong."
The teenager desperately controlled himself so as not to show a hideous expression, and then slowly rolled his eyes: "If you can't sense my heart, in fact, I can give you a little back door, others don't have such a chance. Come, you Hold my hand. "He stretched out his hands and ticked ten fingers together. His expression was intriguing, but his movements were very slow, like the owner was calling his own pet dog to shake hands.
Song Rui's murderous intention could not be controlled anymore, so he had to take off his glasses and wipe it carefully and slowly with a velvet cloth. In fact, what he really wanted to wipe in his mind was that the teenager was abused to pieces.
The young man's hands are small, white and tender, and he looks cute. But this scene change is another sight in the eyes of Van Gogh. His hand is not a hand, but two claws, just waiting for his prey to throw a net and tear apart. Once touched by him, the inexplicable and powerful magnetic field would drag Fangalore's thoughts away and devour him completely when he was the weakest.
Fangalo's feelings are not wrong. The boy was rushing at him from the beginning, and he delighted in teasing him and provoking him. This is a typical cat-and-mouse routine.
"What's wrong with you? Are you afraid? Come, come, if you don't seize this opportunity, you have to admit that you are a liar on TV! That's embarrassing!" The teenager hooked his hands at once. Very naughty, but cute. His parents were looking at him and laughing, but the staff gradually felt that Van Gogher's power was weak.
"Teacher Fan, if you are in a bad state, shall we rest for a while?" Song Wenwen said worriedly.
"Give me a glass of water." Fangallo waved his hands, but his eyes did not leave the teenager's face for a moment.
"Pour a glass of water for Teacher Fan!" Song Nuan shouted loudly, and just a moment later a staff member brought a glass of warm water.
Father Shen and Mother Shen inevitably urged: "Are you feeling well? It's been more than ten minutes. Why hasn't he talked yet? This is silent and asking for water again, wouldn't it be delaying time? Your programs are all It's a lie! Otherwise we won't record, just walk around! "
The husband and wife went to pull their son, but Shen Tu persuaded with a smile: "Give Fangallo another chance. My favorite player is him. I believe he can. Vangallo, come, let's continue!" He slapped his hands and spread his arms again. This time he didn't act like a dog, or a mentally handicapped child.
With a click, Song Rui shattered his glasses and threw them into the trash can without changing the color.
Fangallo glanced at him, shook his head inexplicably, and took a sip from the glass. The glass was transparent, so when his thin lips left the mouth of the glass, everyone saw the dazzling blood. He vomited blood!
Song Wenwen screamed: "Mr. Fan, why is there blood in your mouth? What's wrong with you?" She was so scared that her face was white, and her eyes were staring at the young man in panic.
Shen Tu then patted the table and laughed loudly: "Don't you know that he is hurt? He is not thirsty, he just wants to flush the blood out of his mouth with water. Fangalo, hahaha, I really didn't expect you to be like this Weak, I ’m sorry, I ’m not going to embarrass you if I knew it already. I ’m sorry, but I ca n’t help but bet, do you understand?
He smiled and smiled, his face was distorted and his tone revealed an unspeakable tone Yinxie.
The shy teenager who played most of the time, he didn't show his true face until this time. The staff around him were taken aback by his sudden face change, but his parents did n’t think there was a problem, and he also helped him to satirize Van Gogh together:
Yeah, the gambling contract is still to be fulfilled, you are purely Deceive the audience! We must take you through! "
"Let's go on." Fangallo slowly pushed the cup to the center of the round table, and the cloud opened gently. If it weren't for his white teeth still stained with blood, the others wouldn't see what kind of pain he was suffering.
"Are you still here?" The young man pretended to be wide-eyed in surprise. "Don't you dare to hold my hand. What gives you the courage to continue? Is it Liang Jingru? Vanguard, forget it, I am You ca n’t see through all your life and ca n’t deal with people. Sometimes you have to admit that others are strong.

Fangallo smiled softly, then slowly shifted his gaze to the glass of clear water. No matter what others say or do, they can't disrupt his rhythm.
The teenager looked in his eyes and tickled his lips contemptuously.
Another silent confrontation unfolded, but Van Gogh ’s magnetic field was completely confined to the surface, resisting external invasions tenaciously, while the young man ’s magnetic field was slamming and sweeping in this room.
Only Song Rui could notice this silent confrontation, because he had pressed his hands on the table, silently accumulating strength, like a beast ready to attack at any time. No one noticed that a thin, sharp lens was sandwiched between his fingers, and only one stroke could cut an artery.
Song Wennuan looked at the left and right, his face became more and more white. She thought about it carefreely: Looking like this, is our program group finished today? It's almost twenty minutes, and the teacher Vatican can't sense any information, and has somehow suffered internal injuries. Who can turn the tide? Who can be stronger than Vatican teacher? Finished!
But the next second, her eyes widened and her mouth exclaimed.
I saw that the glass of water that was moved to the center of the round table by Van Gogh turned from clear to turbid, and it was gradually stained with gray and black, until it became thick like ink. The whole process did not pass through any human hands, only in It happened under everyone's eyelids.
Fangallo stared at the glass, his eyes focused, and the teenager smiled disapprovingly: "What's wrong, is this your magic? Sorry, I might have to say something unsightly. This kind of magic is a bit old-fashioned. What chemicals did you add to your lips when you touched your lips? Alum? "
Fangallo didn't answer, just picked up the glass and drank the thick black ink.
The teenager pretended to panic and shouted, "Oh, don't drink, green alum is poisonous! If it is too much, it will cause weakness, abdominal pain, nausea, blood in the stool, and even death! Hurry up, you will give him vomiting It ’s not that you openly admit that you are a liar on the Internet, it ’s just a shame, you do n’t need to commit suicide! I just want to make a joke with you, there is no malicious! "
With words of concern on his mouth, his eyes were extremely shiny, and his lips were still high, so he could enjoy the feeling of pushing people to despair.
With the exception of Song Rui, everyone's face was white. Song Nuan even knocked down the chair and screamed for the medical staff to hurry over.
Shen Shen and Shen mother jumped a few steps and shouted loudly: "If he died, it wouldn't matter to us! We didn't force him to take the poison, he couldn't think about it because he didn't have the ability! My God, how could there be in the world This kind of person is too useless! It's dead, it's so bad! "
The two's actions made the panicked staff once again understand a profound truth-there will be a pair of bear parents behind every bear child! If it were n’t for Shen Tuwei ’s fear that the world would n’t be chaotic, Mr. Fan would n’t do anything like this!
Everyone was busy for a while, but Van Galo waved his hand and refused to help the staff, slowly said: "I'm fine." His eyes were still staring straight at the teenager, his tone was calm: "Forgot to tell you, except for the magnetic field Invasion and devouring, I have another ability, that is ingestion. I once said that all the world can become my medium of ingestion, including your body, private things and ideas, nature also includes everything in nature. In nature Do you know what is the best thing to steal from God? "
"What is it?" The teenager's expression was still contemptuous, but his eyes flickered.
"It's water. When the thoughts are swept, the water will know the answer." Fangallo nodded a cold glass, and smiled: "When you say thank you to a glass of water, they will condense closely, It shows the beautiful molecular structure; when you swear about a glass of water, they will collapse into invisible. The water flowing through the dam will never forget the pain of being cut off by the waist, even after the winter, other water sources will condense into beautiful crystals , And they will only be scattered into remnants, they have memory. Similarly, this glass of water that permeates your evil thoughts is also memory, they will tell me what you are thinking. "
"It sounds amazing!" The teenager applauded excitedly, his eyes darkened a bit, and the corners of his mouth were always stretched into a straight line unconsciously. He became nervous.
Suddenly, Song Rui thought of the glass of water that was bitter by Zhuang Zhen's bad emotions, and then rubbed his temples and smiled briskly. He should believe in the youth, even in the weakest times, he has the ability to cope with sudden provocations and dangers.
Everything in the world is my medium-this was announced by him from the beginning, and he never made a false statement.