Lynn looked at John with concerned eyes.
He did not pour out all the worst assumptions in his mind to increase the burden on the other party.
"I'm not sick, I'm just thinking about those Quanxing people on the street just now."
Lynn adjusted his sitting posture, looked at John, and his tone became very serious:
"John, remember. No matter who you meet next, if someone comes to teach you some quick Cultivation Technique, or generously lends you their power, or even uses some strange words to make you relax your guard, never accept it."
He paused and emphasized his tone. "If you encounter anything wrong, tell me first and we will confirm each other."
John understood the precautions in Lynn's words.
He looked at Lynn and nodded solemnly.
"I understand." John agreed.
After receiving John's assurance, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief.
The two stopped talking.
John closed his eyes again and soon returned to that steady breathing rhythm.
Lynn also closed his eyes.
He tried to empty his mind and slowly regained the rhythm he had just broken off.
That faint wisp of warmth finally reappeared, moving slowly forward along a familiar route.
One inch, two inches.
However.
The thought that he had suppressed forcibly popped up again.
"I'm fine myself, but what about John..."
The little bit of Qi that had just been gathered was instantly scattered without a trace.
Lynn opened his eyes and stared.
He realized.
My mental problems have become more and more serious.
Even if I was pointed out by Old Tian, it would not help.
Unexpectedly, a powerful enemy is at hand.
On the contrary, his problem is the most serious.
But Lynn has no way to start.
"Let's go and relax together, Lynn."
"I can hear your heartbeat is not right."
"Okay."
After Lynn and John said hello to Rongshan, they strolled out of the inner courtyard of the Celestial Master Mansion.
Like two ordinary tourists, they walked along the mountain path towards the nearby tea pavilion.
The mountain breeze blows over, bringing with it the bitter smell of vegetation.
John walked slightly half a step ahead of Lynn.
His blue eyes calmly scanned the surrounding tourists, street vendors, and distant woods.
Just as the two of them passed a tea pavilion for people to rest, Lynn suddenly felt a lightness on his body.
The string that had been stretched in my mind seemed to loosen without warning.
The worries that had been weighing on my heart seemed to be blown away by the mountain breeze.
Reggie and Kevin, Annie and Tommy.
Even those enemies that are coming.
It doesn't seem so important at this moment.
Lynn's pace slowed down.
Looking at the mountain scenery in front of him, he felt that it would be good to just stop and have a cup of tea and not care about anything else.
This relaxation is so comfortable that people want to indulge in it immediately.
But only a few seconds passed.
Lynn then realized something was wrong.
This kind of relief came too quickly and suddenly, completely contrary to his consistent principles.
He was obviously worried about the safety of his family just now, how could he suddenly realize this after just two steps on this ordinary mountain road?
The moment this idea emerged, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Lynn's back.
Something's wrong!
Some external force is forcibly calming his emotions!
Lynn A name immediately popped into my mind.
Four Madmen!
To be precise, it is the combination of Gao Ning and Dou Mei.
The fat monk with a smile is responsible for amplifying negative emotions, while the middle-aged woman is responsible for using this "comfort" that makes people weak to break down the defense line.
Lynn didn't look around immediately.
It is impossible for the practitioner of this kind of spiritual method to stand arrogantly in the middle of the road.
They must be hiding in the crowd, or behind some inconspicuous shelter.
He forced down the comfortable tiredness and turned to look at John, ready to remind him to leave here immediately.
"John, don't follow this trend yet..."
Lynn hasn't finished speaking yet.
John, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned around.
His face, which was always well-behaved in front of Lynn, was extremely serious at the moment, and his eyes were full of irritability.
"Do you feel that we can't do anything well without you?"
"Ten years have passed. We have grown up and don't need your nagging anymore."
John's voice was not loud, but it was like a sharp thorn sticking straight out.
The methods of Gao Ning and Dou Mei did not only fall on Lynn.
John was also tricked.
He was originally anxious because he had not been able to improve his strength, and he was also worried about Lynn's current state of mind.
Gao Ning's Twelve-Labor Emotion Formation accurately captured this pressure, forcibly amplified and distorted it, and finally turned it into a tit-for-tat reverse psychology.
Lynn was stung by these words.
Ten years of absence has always been a knot in his heart.
John's rhetorical question accurately hit his pain point.
For a moment, Lynn even felt that John really thought he was taking too much care.
But he soon woke up.
This is an emotion amplified by external influences and is by no means John's sincere words.
Lynn looked at John's eyes that were gradually turning red and did not refute the accusation.
He thought quickly about how to make John wake up.
Not waiting for Lynn to take action.
John's eyes suddenly trembled.
He looked at Lynn's slightly stunned eyes, and the words that were about to reach his mouth were stuck in his throat.
"... Wrong."
John frowned, "What am I talking about?"
He reacted immediately.
"I know you're worried about us."
John's voice was lowered, with a hint of annoyance.
Lynn felt relieved.
Unexpectedly, John could escape control by himself.
"It's Quanxing Four Madmen's method."
Lynn said quickly, while pulling John away from where he originally stayed, "They are using supernatural powers to interfere with our emotions. Don't be led away by that feeling."
John's eyes turned cold.
He didn't need any more explanation from Lynn. This feeling of being manipulated had already made him murderous.
The two of them did not disturb the surrounding tourists, but walked towards a relatively open and sparsely crowded small square not far away in tacit agreement.
It is more suitable for observation and is also convenient for people from Everywhere Express to contact you.
Although reason has regained the high ground, the abnormal emotions are still rising in my heart.
As long as the practitioner does not stop, this feeling will not disappear.
"They're still around."
John lowered his voice and looked like a knife.
Lynn nodded and glanced at several blind spots around the tea pavilion.