[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

Before he finished speaking, the tense feeling almost condensed into a solid substance, filling the entire space.After a long time, Bibi Dong stood up, her holy white robe hanging to the floor without a single wrinkle.

She returned to the towering throne again, her previous fragility gone. Wearing a crown and holding a scepter, she looked down at her former lover, chuckled, and unceremoniously issued an eviction order.

"You go."

The former lovers were separated for more than ten years, but their reunion ended in such a hasty ending.

As expected, just a little regretful...

Yu Xiaogang closed his eyes and almost sighed: "Then from now on, if we are destined... see you again."

He turned around and walked neatly, with steady and powerful steps, without a trace of hesitation. His cold face was covered with a layer of gray, which was the trace left by traveling all night for his new apprentice.

For the sake of his disciple, he did not hesitate to break the stalemate of more than ten years and come to her. He did not mention the past and only asked about the secret of the twin martial arts spirits.

Yu Xiaogang spent a long time mentally building up before convincing himself to come to see her. Now that he didn't get the answer he wanted, he felt a little regretful.

There were only nineteen soul masters with full innate soul power in the entire continent, and having twin martial souls with full innate soul power was unheard of. Tang San was the most talented soul master he had ever seen in his more than forty years of life. .

Not to mention, he is that child.

Yu Xiaogang knew very little about what happened back then, but he learned that the hatred between the man and Wuhun Palace had become a knot, and his unyielding attitude was frightening.

The two disliked and hated each other, so he must not reveal any information about Tang San's life experience in front of the people of Wuhun Palace.

But Yu Xiaogang knew very well the mystery of twin martial souls. There was very little information circulating in the world, most of which were passed off in passing. Tang San was only seven years old this year, and he still had a long future. He didn't want to make any mistakes when teaching his disciples.

After careful consideration, asking other twin martial soul owners for advice is the safest way.

The only person he could contact who met the conditions was the Pope of Wuhun Palace, Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong was not a jealous person, as long as she carefully concealed the relationship between Tang San and that person, she would never discover the existence of the hammer, so there was no need to worry about Tang San's comfort.

Suddenly, there was an itch in his throat. He put his hand into a fist and put it against his mouth, coughing muffledly.

The man's lifeless eyes were filled with excitement again, and he couldn't help but speed up his departure.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

But he coughed more and more, his breathing was blocked, and his face turned red instantly after taking a few breaths.

The tall and heavy door was ajar behind him. Before Yu Xiaogang reached the corner, he was stopped by the itch in his lungs. He immediately arched his back and covered his mouth, taking a deep breath to adjust his breath. The heat on his face slowly faded away.

"Uncle, you went to the wrong place."

Someone tugged at his sleeve.

Yu Xiaogang looked down and saw that Bibi Dong's disciple was looking up at him. When he closed his eyes, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but recall Bibi Dong's words and didn't know how to deal with Bibi Dong's disciple.

"...I know, cough."

He replied with a stiff attitude, then quickly turned around and trotted away, eager to get rid of Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi didn't catch up, he just stood there, pursed his lips, as if smiling, "Goodbye, uncle."

When Bibi Dong heard the movement, her hand holding the gorgeous scepter slowly tightened, without opening her mouth to stop Yuan Yi.

"—"

The door closed again, leaving no gaps, and all the noise was hidden behind the door.

Yuan ran in with a clatter, tugged at the corner of the Pope's clothes with an obedient expression, lengthened his tone, and said slowly and coquettishly: "Master..."

Bibi Dong's eyes were slightly closed, her gaze focused on the children beside her, and after a while, she smiled.

"how?"

Yuan Yi saw that she was absent-minded, so he ignored it and changed the subject: "Master, go hunting for soul rings." After saying that, he grabbed the pope's little finger with his soft fingers and held it coquettishly.

——Wow, what a fake and ugly smile.

Yuan Yi's smile froze.

He is just used to treating the people around him with kindness. This is something he learned in his previous life.

Because the illness brought down an originally happy family, he had to pretend to be persistent to comfort his parents who gave him all their love.

He had to learn how to smile, how to comfort others, how to hide his collapse into the night.

His "sensible" will gain more people's love and kindness, thereby reducing the burden on his parents.

Yuan Yi hates himself like this. Under the hypocritical mask is a body riddled with holes and an empty and boring soul.But the mask had been worn for too long, and it had already taken root in him. As time passed, even Yuan Yi didn't know whether his hypocritical acts of kindness came from his heart or from physical habits.

But Yuan Yi considers himself a kind person.

I think very firmly.

After getting rid of the nightmare of the past, he is now a good young man who loves life and is positive.

There are just some "sequelae of past lives".

That's it.

He did not agree with Dazai Osamu's ridicule, but due to some reasons he did not refute it on the spot.

He lay on the Pope's knees and allowed the other man to stroke the top of his head.

The warm sunlight dyed the room a thin, pure white bit by bit, and he squinted his eyes.

The pope, wearing a white robe, sat on the throne. Her facial features, which were highlighted by the light, became more and more perfect, exuding a touch of compassion. She lowered her head, lowered her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on the child lying on her knees.The child with black hair and eyes had his eyes half-closed, his pupils were calm, and the corners of his mouth were curved, as if he was indulging in it.

This scene is like a painting, and the holy and beautiful atmosphere is like the true God and the Son.

It's a pity that neither of the two protagonists in the picture are as beautiful as they appear.

Yuan Yi witnessed the Pope's embarrassment, or he caught one of her weaknesses, that man named Yu Xiaogang.It is really shocking that the lofty Pope would have such a weakness, but the opposite is the risk taken after knowing the secret.

At present, it seems that his previous actions have not stepped on Bibi Dong's minefield.

The bottom line becomes clearer.

Yuan Yi knows that all pampering should be based on a sense of proportion. In other words, it needs to be measured.In different degrees, know where the other party's bottom line is, and then choose a suitable way to get along with each other to facilitate yourself.

It is precisely because Yuan Yi knows this that he can make others feel comfortable when getting along with him.

- She's looking at you.

Osamu Dazai suddenly spoke up.

--I am bored.Today's business has not started at all, why are you still lingering here?

The scattered thoughts, the occasional sighs and the raised tone clearly demonstrated how bored Dazai Osamu was at this moment.

——Help me wish Pope Beauty a happy breakup!

Just started talking nonsense!

After being disturbed by him, Yuan Yi lost interest in continuing to accompany the pope's sadness. After some hard work, Bibi Dong finally remembered the important events in his life. Unfortunately, he was stopped halfway by another elder's urgent request for an audience. Then he asked Yuan Yi to get on the carriage and set off first.

Yuan Yi climbed the steps and got into the car, his excited eyes gleaming brightly.

After sitting down, he input his soul power into the dark blue gem pendant hanging around his neck, and there was a reaction instantly, and it shone brightly.

Soul guides are equipment for soul masters and can only be used by inputting soul power. Various types of soul guides are equipped on the body mainly to provide convenience for soul masters.

The pendant worn by Yuan Yi is exquisite in workmanship and compact in shape. It is a storage-type soul guide, somewhat similar to the setting of the Universe Bag in cultivation novels.

He used his soul power to explore again and found snake repellent powder, insect repellent powder, simple bandages and medicines, purified water, and food.

I brought them all, nothing missing, very good.

After the examination, Yuan Yi still couldn't suppress the tension and excitement in his heart, and shook his legs unconsciously.

——Ah, our lifelong event has finally arrived~

Osamu Dazai still had his usual frivolous tone.

The original black thread, grabbing the bandages everywhere, thinking about things one by one.

The soul ring is a unique product of this world. Once he obtains the soul ring, the connection between him and the martial soul will be truly recognized by this world.

As the connection becomes closer, any changes may occur.

This is what Haraichi worries about.

In the process of his thinking, Dazai Osamu had already imagined a bunch of tragic events that might happen, and began to spread nonsense for free.

——...Ah, I suddenly want to regret my marriage!

The last sentence can be said word for word, and the last word has an annoyingly long ending.

——Want to regret the marriage~

——Repent~marriage!

Yuan Yi corrected himself speechlessly: "Don't use such ambiguous terms. We are very pure partners..."

"By the way, Dazai, did you have a girlfriend in your previous life? Can anyone really tolerate you like this?"

The bandage man paused for a moment, then started shouting mode, swearing excitedly.

——Woo!Attacked by ginseng!

——The dwarf slug, who is 1.6 meters tall, will not be laughed at even if he does not have a girlfriend!Too much!

Haraichi:?

Shorty Slug, who?

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