[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

Ning Fengzhi didn't stay at Shrek for long, and left in a hurry without even having time to say a few words to Ning Rongrong. Even Ning Rongrong could smell her father's unusually relaxed and free mood.

His arrival seemed to throw a huge boulder into Shrek, who had finally calmed down, and stirred up a storm.

Ning Rongrong originally wanted to take advantage of the time they were alone together on the way back to the training ground to ask Tang San about Xiao Wu, but Tang San went back anxiously and even used his martial spirit to increase his speed.

The speed of the fighting soul master was simply not comparable to that of an auxiliary system like her. Ning Rongrong hesitated to speak, looked at his back, clenched her fists, and hurried back at a faster pace.

After listening to Tang San's explanation, the master's heart shook heavily. It seemed that he couldn't delay any longer. He didn't care about the other students' opinions and made a decision directly.

——The fairy grass brought back by Tang San must be used on the students immediately.

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Mo Qi woke up from the heart-pounding pain. He gasped violently and subconsciously touched the chest where he had been stabbed.

……No pain.

After realizing it, he lowered his head and found that the fabric on his chest was intact. Even if he pressed down a little harder, no flesh or blood seeped out through the fabric.The hard ribs are covered with skin and meat, slightly raised, and the internal organs are kept intact.

"you're awake."

Someone called him.

Mo Qi was horrified and immediately turned around to look for the source of the sound. He saw a little girl in black looking at him with a smile.

"you you……"

Mo Qi didn't recognize her.

After the disappearance of the white owl, he did not take responsibility, but he never received any other tasks. He was idle, but soon His Majesty the Pope sent someone to put him under house arrest in disguise. Later, Mo Qi looked in a daze, and he He was forcibly knocked unconscious and "sent" to the Tiandou Empire again.

He had been awake for a while, but the pain was too much at that time. Even his unconscious mind could not cover up the pain in his flesh and blood, and he was woken up by the pain.

Before he could react, he was stabbed through the body by a spear.

He knows nothing.I don’t know where I got in the Pope’s eyes, I don’t know why I was tortured like this, and I don’t know how I survived.

Mo Qi's body twitched subconsciously, as if recalling those excruciating pains, and he quickly forced himself to calm down.

Apparently, he's still alive.

His body was reminding him of what he had been through and that those memories were not a dream.

Fortunately, he had no father, mother, or children, so no one else could be implicated.

Mo Qi grabbed the soft quilt on his body, was silent for a moment, and asked: "Where is this? Did you...save me?"

The girl in black nodded.

"Yes, you are saved." She thought for a moment, "This is...well, an academy."

Mo Qi was stunned.

"College? Am I not..."

The girl in black wrinkled the tip of her nose and said as if complaining, "Indeed, when that spear nailed you to the wall, it scared everyone, even the masters who helped decorate our college. There is a psychological shadow.”

"We added a lot of compensation so they would continue to work."

"Moreover, the wall needs to be rebuilt, the wall needs to be repainted, and the blood stains you left have to be removed..." The girl counted on her fingers.

"Ah, it's really troublesome."

trouble……

Yes, he is a problem now.

Mo Qi hurriedly got off the bed, but soon found that he was wearing loose clothes with an open collar. Someone must have changed it for him. When he realized that there was a girl in front of him, he immediately reached out and grabbed the collar and said, "Sorry , causing you trouble..."

"If you want compensation," he took off a soul guide from his finger. "This is my savings over the years. Please accept it."

"I have to go now."

He hurriedly put on his shoes and wanted to leave. He opened the door, looked around, saw the stairs going down and walked over. The warm chandelier and the shining wall dazzled his eyes.

The place is really being renovated, and Mo Qi can even smell the smell of sawdust.

"Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?"

"Is this how the Pope of Wuhun Palace teaches his subordinates?"

The condescending voice reached his ears, and Mo Qi's footsteps stopped.

He turned back.

She saw a girl in black holding the railing with one hand, looking down at him, the corners of her eyes curved up, obviously smiling. When she saw him looking back, she tilted her head slightly, her long black hair The silk fell from her shoulders, delicately losing a bit of life.

"You are just a discarded tool that she uses to vent her anger."

"You should be able to imagine what will happen when a person who was supposed to disappear appears again intact. That's why you want to leave in a hurry. Do you want to go out, be exposed in the eyes of others, and then seek death. "

She smiled and said: "Or are you saying that you don't want to live anymore and you really want to die?"

"Why do you want me to..." At this point, Mo Qi was really confused.

"Do you want to ask why she left you at the gate of our college?"

The word 'throw' she used was euphemistic. Mo Qi's lips moved but he didn't say anything else.

A childish voice came from the side.

"Because we took away her treasure and played tricks on her!"

treasure?

Does it mean... white owl?

Mo Qi looked down and saw a child of about four or five years old. He was holding a round-headed doll and looking straight at him with strange and beautiful star-shaped pupils, which seemed to be full of foreboding.

"She wants to use you to provoke us."

"But the results are clear."

A cold voice sounded, and a dark-haired young man appeared at the corner holding a box, "Arrogance is her biggest shortcoming."

The girl in black took over his words: "Although it seems like we picked you up like garbage, I believe you will be more useful than you appear now."

Mo Qi already understood part of it after hearing this.

The other party's purpose of curing himself is obviously not good-hearted, but because of his 'value'.

But of what value is he?

Moreover, by rescuing him, he was clearly on the opposite side of the Pope. This choice was somewhat incomprehensible to Mo Qi.

Mo Qi frowned: "Confronting the Pope..."

"The consequences of this have been determined since we decided to revive you, right?"

"Besides, even without you, His Majesty the Pope will not let us go." She said.

Yes.

Your Majesty will not give up.

If she wanted to, she could make him die countless more times without any effort.

"Who...are you?" he asked.

"You can think of us as White Owl's friends." She looked at him and spoke softly.

"White Owl, are you still alive?" Mo Qi's pupils trembled and he asked quickly.

The girl quickly shook her head in denial, "No, he is dead."

Mo Qi couldn't help but take a step back. He didn't want to believe this was true. "You can save me, you should..." You can also save the white owl.

Mo Qi was at a loss.

What emerged in his heart was not sadness, because he had not spent much time with the white owl, but confusion.

They can even save him. As a genius soul master, White Owl, why not save him.

Mo Qi couldn't figure it out.He felt that everything was covered with a layer of fog, and he could not explore the reality. What was looming seemed to be within reach, but the reality was extremely far away.

He knew very well how serious his injuries were. If they could rescue him and restore him to his current state, the other party would at least invite a titled Douluo-level healing soul master to take action. Since they have such resources, why not On White Owl, it was wasted on him.

In their eyes... is he also a useful tool?

Otherwise why would you choose yourself.

Just when Mo Qi was in a mess, he saw a very familiar figure on the sofa in the hall. He was lying on the sofa with a strange thing on his head and a book spread out in front of him, as if he was reading.

Slightly curly black hair, bandages all over his body, and a familiar frivolous and casual temperament.

He blurted out: "White owl?!"

"Not."

"Although they look similar, there are many differences, right?"

Mo Qi followed his words subconsciously.

difference?

really……

Both of his eyes are kite-colored. Unlike the white owl, his temperament is more casual. There are no scars on his body and no calluses on his hands.

But none of these can offset the [-]% similarity in facial features and body shape between him and White Owl. The two are almost carved from the same mold, even more similar than twins.

"I don't like men."

"Don't look at me like that." The man turned the page leisurely and spoke leisurely.

Mo Qi suddenly came back to his senses.

The way he speaks is also somewhat similar.

Why do they say he is not a white owl.

The girl in black said: "Perhaps you have heard his name from the mouth of that 'white owl'. He is -"

"Osamu Dazai."