The Woman who Became the “Male” God

After suffering for dozens of seconds of mental torture, Manila and his two uncles finally fainted "happily", and then quickly sent away from Siyou Mountain by the guards hidden by He Lin.

An inexplicable farce ended hastily. An Xian felt that the patients in the mental hospital were smarter than them. Once people were driven by profit, they would often do things that fell below the bottom line.

If An Xian is really Roy, what Manila said may not be able to impress him. After all, Roy’s parents passed away early in this life, and it is hard to meet other relatives, even if they don’t like it, they won’t be embarrassed, plus He lacks experience in interpersonal communication and is easily deceived.

"I won't let them bother you again." He Lin walked over to An Xian, his expression stern, and he still carried the suffocation that had not faded away.

"It's okay, I don't mind." An Xian didn't want to waste his expressions for these insignificant people. The reason for meeting was just to know their purpose, so as not to be calculated by them without knowing it.

Two sentences ended the topic related to Ma Nilai, and He Lin ordered Fractal to prepare dinner.

While the three were enjoying dinner, Manila and others on the other side also woke up from their drowsiness and found that they were lying in the car, and the car was parked in front of their house.

"Why are you so useless!" Ma Nilai glared at her brother with a gloomy expression.

"It's not that we are useless, but that we have met a master." Ma Song rubbed his painful head, his voice trembling.

Matt affirmed: "That master has the ability to absolutely suppress us."

Both men's mental powers are above C level, and those who can make them have no power to fight back have at least reached A level.

Manila gritted her teeth: "I think it should be He Lin. Except for He Lin, no one else has any reason to suddenly attack us because of those few words."

When Ma Song and Matt heard this, their faces changed slightly, and they looked at Manila with a bit of complaint. They wouldn't have been so embarrassed if she hadn't been eager for quick success and quick gains and had no words.

Manila didn't realize his mistake and sneered: "The wild species of unknown origin is just unfamiliar. Since he doesn't care about family affection, then I don't have to worry about his face."

"What do you want to do?" Ma Song reminded, "The He family is not easy to mess with, so don't mess around."

"Don't worry." Ma Nilai said indifferently, "their He family's son should naturally be under the supervision of their He family. I don't think they want their son to be entangled with a man."

Ma Song frowned, disagreeing and said: "This kind of small measurement that cannot be used on the table will not have any impact on the He family, but will cause us trouble."

Manila smiled and said, "I'm not so confused yet, so I just go to He's house. I'm looking for Roy."

"What do you mean?" Ma Song and Matt asked at the same time.

"Collect evidence that Roy was raised by He Lin, and then negotiate with Roy." Manila said with confidence, "Roy certainly does not want the relationship between the two to be made public, nor dare to let the He family know about it. We will use this bargaining chip. , Exchange the mining rights of the veins."

Ma Song and Matt's eyes shimmered, thinking that the plan seemed feasible. You don't need to face the He family directly, and you can make Roy, who is not well involved in the world, throw a rat. Even if He Lin knew about this, he didn't dare to deal with them blatantly. If he really wanted to marry Roy, he would not hide the relationship between the two of them until now.

Manila didn't consider the possibility that the two were not lovers at all. Yi He Rin's character, if he doesn't like it, how can he be so close to Roy? As a public figure, He Lin has always cleansed himself up and has never had a scandal. Even if there is, it is just some gossip.

Some time ago, the He family arranged for many famous ladies to contact him, but none of them caught his eye. And Roy, a powerless orphan, young handsome, and somewhat talented, said that He Lin didn't have that kind of mind for him, and Manila didn't believe it. As for Roy, it must be something to be able to meet such a gold master.

Ma Nilai is purely saving others by herself, using her own skewed three views to speculate on the behavior of others.

An Xian couldn't understand the psychology of people like Manila, and was not interested in understanding.

After dinner, He Lin came to the quiet room and lay flat on the couch.

An Xian put his hand on his forehead and was about to start exploring the brain. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and said sternly: "Huahua, I never treated you as a plaything."

"I know." An Xian said calmly and his eyes were clear. Those who know themselves are clear, don't be arrogant, don't be humble, and the heart is righteous, why be afraid of people's words?

"I like you and want to live with you forever." He Lin stared deeply into his eyes, "You may never accept a same sex, but as long as you don't have the one you like, I won't give up. I have done it. Okay, lifelong preparation for the lonely old man, unless you are willing to end my single life."

The peaceful girl's heart was exhausted more than a thousand years ago, and there was no fluctuation in He Lin's provocation, and she didn't feel annoying, but she couldn't respond. She felt like an old pine, facing the fierce jab of a woodpecker, she remained still and stood firm on the green mountain.

As a seeker of Anxian, He Lin is actually quite miserable. Family background, status, wealth, talent, strength, physical appearance, these courtship bonus points are all floating clouds in Anxian's eyes. Apart from this, he has no other advantages at all.

He Lin encountered the same problem as the pollen, what was needed to trick a certain male **** into a losing gambling game.

"Let's get started." An Xian didn't want to cooperate with He Lin to create an ambiguous atmosphere, and went directly to the topic.

He Lin stared at him for a long while, a trace of depression flashed in his eyes, and finally let go of his hand, lay his body flat, and slowly closed his eyes.

An Xian put his hand on his forehead again, running the spiritual sense, and cautiously entering his brain.

The buried memory is like a shattered jigsaw puzzle, fragmented and can only be explored bit by bit.

This time in a study room, a middle-aged man in a white lab coat appeared in front of him, sitting next to He Lin, saying something to him, and making strange gestures in front of him from time to time.

An Xian quickly realized that the other party was hypnotizing He Lin. However, for a long time, the picture in front of me gradually blurred, and I was still not real, I could only hear the murmur like a babble, and a paragraph of text appeared in my mind.

The other party was obviously inputting some kind of cultivation technique to He Lin, and while hesitantly hesitating whether to interrupt this memory, the scene changed again, He Lin went back to the study room and saw the hypnotist with a surprised look. He Lin got out of his control on her own and woke up from consciousness.

The hypnotist tried to hypnotize again, but his head suddenly burst and turned into a cloud of blood, and then it was a chaotic image.

At this time, He Lin had a hideous face, his body was tight, and his mental power also fluctuated violently.

Anxian immediately soothed, and after dozens of seconds, the mental strength gradually subsided.

In memory, a man walked into the study and hugged Xiao He Lin into his arms. This man is He Lin's grandfather.

Then, An Xian "saw" some scattered memories one after another, going back and forth about those people and places. Laboratory, study, children, researcher, hypnotist, grandpa, nutrition trough, and people lying naked in the nutrition trough...

In the last scene, He Lin came to the room full of corpses again, glass shards, blood stains, terrifying silence and coldness... He Lin woke up from the dream again, but this time he calmed a lot and gasped slightly. After a while, he regained his composure.

"I found a strange thing." He Lin suddenly said.

"what?"

"In the memory before the age of 4, there were no my parents, no other people in the He family, only my grandfather." He Lin's eyes were dark and thoughtful.

"What do you think?" An Xian took the kettle and poured him a cup of warm water.

"I'm thinking..." He Lin held the water glass, felt the temperature of her hand, and calmly said, "Grandpa may be doing an experiment, and I am one of the experimental products."

An Xian didn't answer the call, but looked at him quietly.

He Lin continued: "That kind of experiment is definitely not a good thing."

Do his parents know what Grandpa did? If they know, then they handed themselves over to Grandpa deliberately, if they don’t know...

He Lin's face was as sinking as water, and he really didn't want to suspect his parents, but what he saw and heard in his memory made him unable to care.

"Don't think too much, things will be clear sooner or later." An Xian said with rare comfort.

He Lin pondered for a moment, then looked up at An Xian, "I won't trouble you anymore. I will investigate the rest of it myself."

An Xian wondered: "Why? Isn't it faster with this method?"

He Lin clenched his fists and was silent. He remembered clearly that the hypnotist in his memory turned into a mist of blood before his eyes, and his death was tragic. There were only two people in the room at that time, and the death of each other was obviously caused by himself.

A person who can hypnotize him has a mental power of at least A grade, and he was only 4 years old at the time, but he could kill the opponent instantly. This had to make him worry about whether he would hurt An Xian if he lost control again.

He Lin looked at the young man beside him, and the **** picture flashed through his mind repeatedly, and he suddenly felt scared. There was no accident during these three explorations, which is really thankful. But he can no longer let An Xian take risks. With the current clues, he believes that he will be able to find out the truth soon.

"I may not have time to come and look for you recently." He Lin explained, "So, I will send another person to investigate."

"Well, if there is any result of the investigation, remember to tell me." An Xian didn't ask much, just casually exhorted.

"Yeah." He Lin sat on the chair with a solemn expression.

After a long time, An Xian didn't want to rush him, but looking at the time, it was too late, so he said: "It's getting late, go back and rest."

He Lin remained motionless, put his hands on his knees and bowed his head slightly, his entire face was shrouded in shadow, like a sculpture.

leisurely:"……"

Is this guy deliberately staying away, or is he really thinking about life events? Neither the former nor the latter can change the fact that you must leave this room.

An Xian patted him on the shoulder with carelessness.

He bends over and hides all the parts below his face in the shadows, leaving only a lonely back.

An was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "How about staying and sleeping with me tonight?"

"Really?" He Lin was tall, and quickly raised his head, looking at him with scorching eyes.

Hehe, it's so deep to pretend.

"Of course it's fake." An Xian grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into his arms. "This is a reward for you. Go back to sleep!"

He pulled him up and pushed out mercilessly, He Lin relied on his own high horse to make sure that he could not hold the position.

With a "bang", the door was heavily closed.

He Lin held the pillow and stood alone and lonely outside the door.

Since the confession, he never had the same bed with Huahua again.

Hey, when can we just sleep with him? It’s okay to just cover the quilt and just chat...

The next day, He Lin left the Xiaolou early and took away the pillow.

An Xian packed up and went to a mental hospital.

She intends to buy the wasteland around the mental hospital, so as not to be caught by others. However, there is not much working capital left in her hand. She can only buy about 30 acres of wasteland, and then borrow some money.

However, her enclosure action was like blowing a battle horn, which attracted a group of people in a mess.

The patients in the mental hospital, the pollen with a keen sense of smell, the speculators with a keen eye, and all kinds of boring people who follow the trend...The wasteland that was originally unattended has suddenly become a squab of steamed buns, and the land price is also rocket-like. The speed skyrocketed.

An Xian: ... There is a sentence mdzz that I don't know should be said or not.