Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1783: Extracting memories and having a splitting headache
  It turns out that Ao Lie and Ao Ying had agreed early on to frame Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan foolishly fell for their bait. Zhang Yan was fooling around.

This is so impatient that you lose any ability to distinguish between true and false.

Zhang Yan was not only angry with himself, but also with Ao Lie and Aoying.

Zhang Yan's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"There can't be any hidden dangers in the Dragon Palace! If I hadn't happened to visit the back garden of the Dragon Palace today, this thief wouldn't have known what earth-shattering thing he was going to do!"

"How could the Dragon Palace in Beihai allow such a person to come in!"

"I am bound to win the position of Prince of Beihai Dragon Palace! Anyone who blocks the way in front of me, even if they are just suspicious, will win."

Ao Lie made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Zhang Yan struggled in Aoying's memory.

"Haha, everyone is worried about money. After all, Zhang Yan is not a common person."

"People will work hard for money. Just go and spread the news. Be sure to emphasize that the location is in the canyon outside Dragon Palace and the time is night."

"Now, we just wait for the fish to bite."

"Wait until you see him coming, and then take action after reading the gestures!"

It turns out that this is self-inflicted hatred.

Going back and forth, all he wanted was to seize the position of Prince of Beihai Dragon Palace.

He won't worry about whether this is the life of a fellow human being.

Obviously Zhang Yan and Ao Lie are both members of the Dragon Clan.

Zhang Yan felt a tightness in his chest.

Zhang Yan hates this kind of competition.

This is roughly the role of the Soul Searching Technique.

People who practice magic can see all the memories in the brain of the person being controlled through magic power.

Ordinary people's own memories are often covered in bruises without paying attention.

Because there are too many unbearable pains in my memory.

Just like Ao Lie's appearance in Aoying's mind.

Zhang Yan was angry after knowing that Ao Lie wanted to kill him. He just went to the Dragon Palace to get back his own magic weapon, and his whereabouts were a bit strange. If Ao Lie was willing to ask questions carefully and let go of so many suspicious and fierce thoughts.

The current situation is not like this.

Ao Lie was forcing Zhang Yanfei to compete with him for the position of Prince of Beihai Dragon Palace.

Fire and water are incompatible, either you die or I live.

Perhaps people like Ao Lie only have two material realities in their minds: rights and status.

Zhang Yan's heart was extremely cold.

"Since Ao Lie doesn't like me so much, he wants to get rid of me. Then of course I won't let you get whatever you want."

Zhang Yan’s fingertips were so pinched that they turned white.
  Ao Ying endured the pain of soul-searching as his brain memories were unearthed bit by bit.

Beads of sweat appeared on the temples.

"what--"

Zhang Yan fiercely closed his hands, clasped his hands together and let the breath return to his dantian.

"puff--"

Sitting opposite Zhang Yan, Yao Ying spat out a large mouthful of blood while his soul was being forcibly searched.

Zhang Yan's eyes were cold.

Zhang Yan propped himself up and used the God-killing Spear to support his upper body, which was about to fall.

He staggered a few steps on his legs and shook his head.

Zhang Yan stood up unsteadily, and this time it was him who looked down and responded.

Zhang Yan really wanted to laugh. He actually laughed out loud when he saw the embarrassed Ao Ying underneath.

"Ah."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Look at you, hahaha, you just look like this."

Aoying's brain is about to explode now.

(End of this chapter)