"Have you finally come to see me, Zhang Zizhen?"

Zhang Yuanqing's body froze, and he suddenly stopped.

Zhang Zizhen is his father's name!

Hallucination?

Zhang Yuanqing stood there with a stiff face, his first reaction was that he had auditory hallucinations, and the whispers in his ears were not true, but that he was affected by some kind of power to produce auditory hallucinations.

After all, it was impossible for outsiders to know his father's name, so the most likely thing was that the whispers in his ears came from his heart.

But why is it my father's name? If it is the power of illusion that affects me, then it must be the thing that I desire most in my heart. I don't long for father's love. I only have a vague impression of my father who has been dead for many years.

When Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled, Fu Qingyang in front of him noticed his abnormality, and said in a very serious tone:

"Don't stop, go!"

The centurion's voice contained convincing power, Zhang Yuanqing cleared his mind, and his distracting thoughts disappeared.

He held his breath and concentrated, ignoring the whispers in his ear, strode to follow the back of the white suit, and walked towards the gate of the zoo.

"Zhang Zizhen, you have to leave again, you treacherous villain"

The whispers in the ear were suddenly shrill and mournful, like an abandoned woman.

Zhang Yuanqing tensed his nerves, silently said "If the heart is as ice-clear as the sky, don't be surprised", he quickened his pace, and finally followed Fu Qingyang out of the gate of the zoo.

Suddenly, the whispers in the ears disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stay, didn't dare to look back, he went straight to the luxury car, and waited for the car to start and drive a long way before he dared to look back.

The night was heavy, and the outline of the zoo loomed in the darkness, quiet and eerie.

"call!"

Zhang Yuanqing let out a sigh of relief, thinking that Elder Dog's zoo is too evil, right?

Fu Qingyang sat on the wide soft chair, his eyes were slightly surprised and dignified, and said:

"What did you hear?"

Zhang Yuanqing said a few words, "A name that shouldn't be mentioned, Centurion, I suspect that I have been under the illusion. I just don't know who cast the illusion on me."

Fu Qingyang twirled the half-smoked cigar, lit it himself, exhaled thick white smoke, and said:

"The basis of illusion is to detonate emotions, and it targets the weakest part of the human heart. The name you heard is the flaw in your heart?"

The core ability of an illusionist is actually to draw and tease the target's emotions, and can see the weakness of the target's heart at a glance, so the saint-level illusionist (dream master) is also called the heart demon.

Zhang Yuanqing's expression froze for a moment, and he shook his head slowly.

Fu Qingyang breathed out white smoke: "Then it's not an illusion."

It wasn't the illusion that Zhang Yuanqing's doubts were verified, but he couldn't be happy at all, and said in a low voice:

"If the voice I heard wasn't an illusion, then, who was speaking to me? Could it be that there were zoo staff or some animal hidden around just now?"

Fu Qingyang denied him again: "No, there was nothing around just now." JrNovels.com