[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

The three adults all went out. Before leaving, Cecil asked Yuan Yi to stay in this room and wait for his return.

Yuan Yi nodded obediently.

He sat quietly, his eyes blank.

The result of Wuhun's awakening was a surprise to Yuan Yi, and it made his heart surge uncontrollably.

——Since I was reincarnated into this world, I have seen many dazzling martial arts spirits and understood the mystery and power of another world.

It's a lie to say you don't want it.

"Haha, hahaha..."

The small, cute-looking child sat on the soft seat, holding his chin in his hands, and suddenly laughed.

The pale bandage still lingers around Yuan Yi, and the last section is connected to Yuan Yi's wrist.As if hearing his laughter, the bandage was gently put on Yuan Yi's head, and then rubbed hard.

"..." Yuan Yi had no choice but to catch it, "Okay, okay, I'm just happy."

After hearing his words, the rebellious Wuhun stopped his movements, slowly wrapped his "body" around Yuan Yi's neck, and stopped moving.

Yuan Yi stretched out his hand to touch it. The temperature where his fingertips touched was a little cold, but when he put it on his neck, it felt warm and cool.

Very comfortable.

"Do you know that you are not qualified in the human world?" Yuan Yi asked casually, swinging his calves.

After the martial soul awakened, Yuan Yi discovered that he seemed to be able to communicate with the bandage, and could vaguely understand the other party's emotional changes and general expressions.

For example, the resistance shown by the bandage at this moment was keenly captured by Yuan Yi.

"...Sorry." Yuan Yi blinked.

He was apologizing to a strip with no mouth, eyes, or even a brain.

Silly.

Bandage seemed to be amused by this scene, and quickly broke away from the weird atmosphere and twisted.

The child who was a little nervous after asking inappropriate questions seemed to be comforted by someone. His beautiful eyes narrowed when he smiled, and his dimples were sunken and exposed.

He said: "I'm older than you."

The man in black who was guarding the door finally calmed down and rested against the wall. He vaguely heard the voice of a child through the door.

He answered after a while, as if there was someone inside talking to him.

"Disqualified in this world." The child's voice came out faintly through the door panel.

"It means losing the qualifications to be a human being." The child continued, "It is a book where you can feel the author's pain just by reading the title."

Reminiscing about books?

"I don't like it, I've only seen a little bit."

"The most famous sentence should be 'I'm sorry for being born'."

Did the bishop actually read this kind of book to his son? !

"The author is Osamu Dazai."

"You said you are also Osamu Dazai, haha."

Then the child gave a puzzled hum, "He should have died in his 30s, and died in love with a female reader who admired him."

The man in black's eyes twitched.

Is this asking himself? He can use his head to guarantee that there is no one else in the room.

The immature child's voice has clear logic and clear words, unlike a child who has just turned six years old.The voice rang out in the empty room, carrying on a brisk conversation, but no one knew who was on the other side of the conversation.

The "conversation" went back and forth, and the child answered naturally after a brief pause, as if he had really picked out a certain voice from the silence.

The man in black's palms were sweaty, his Adam's apple rolled, his rationality overriding his curiosity, and he pretended that he had heard nothing.

"Dazai Osamu, I'll call you Dazai to heal you." Haraichi grabbed the bandage that was too lively and named it.

A white cloth was pressed against his cheek.

——Let’s jump into the river and die in love together~

Yuan Yi was stunned, and then rejected the death invitation from the bandage with a look of disgust and confusion: "I haven't lived enough yet, why should I die in love with you?"

The bandage that was about to wrap him up into a mess finally stopped twisting, and he huddled softly in Yuan Yi's arms, immersed in a fulfilling sense of happiness.

——It doesn’t matter if you refuse, it has already died in love with the beautiful lady, and its life is satisfied!

——That’s sacrificing love.The highest dream can actually come true one day, I am moved to tears~

"So perverted." Yuan Yi said.

"Don't think that just because your name is Dazai Osamu, you can imitate others and die young. After all, that person died after reaching a very high literary achievement in the literary world."

Yuan Yi pinched a section of the bandage and smiled condescendingly, "Can you write novels?"

——Of course.

The child with black hair and dark eyes seemed to notice its lack of confidence, "Have you won the World Literature Award?"

--Maybe not……

"Without an impressive charisma, without an astonishing talent, there is absolutely no reason for me to give up the beautiful world to accompany you to commit suicide."

——...What a cruel reality.

Yuan Yi snorted: "So it's not bad to love life, at least it doesn't take any effort."

The pale cloth was unable to refute, and after a long stalemate with Yuan Yi, he was defeated.

In this terrible world, there is no motivation for people to live a good life.

Yuan Yi lay on the table, poking at the soft cloth in boredom, watching it turn around.

"Disqualified in the world, Dazai Osamu..." Yuan Yi sighed, "My martial spirit is really weird."

Human disqualification.Osamu Dazai.bandage.card.

What do they represent?

While he was thinking, a near-nihilistic kite-colored light flashed from the depths of his dark pupils.The ends of the drooping eyes seem to contain ink that is so thick that it is difficult to dissolve, and the shadow of Osamu Dazai overlaps with reality.

It only took a moment before it dissipated again.

The white bandage returned to the warm neck and slowly entangled itself, slowly absorbing the warm contact from the human body.

The little devil who is not easy to fool is quite cute.Reminds him of the children that man raised.

Ah, it’s so annoying to keep thinking about the past.

"I said no!"

The words next door penetrated the wall and reached Yuan Yi's ears clearly.

He was stunned and his ears immediately perked up.

"Don't even think about it!" It was Yue Guan's voice. The voice that originally sounded like a woman was raised in pitch by the owner, making it harsh and penetrating.

When Yuan Yi heard the sound, he immediately jumped off his chair and walked to the wall, wanting to listen more carefully.

"...Don't try to use your identity to pressure me." Then came Cecil's voice, which was rather vague and could only be heard roughly, "He is my son."

Are they arguing next door?

"He is your son and also my little sweetheart. Don't be too rigid, you old man!"

"I disagree."

The conversation ended and the two were quiet for two or three minutes.

Yuan Yi lingered by the wall for a while and decided to listen for a while to find out what the noise was about.

"Yuan'er's martial spirit must be extremely rare if you choose one. If a little bit of news leaks out, do you think you can protect him for the rest of his life?"

Yue Guan's cheeks turned red with anger, and his well-maintained fair hands slapped on the table, and several cracks immediately appeared under his palms.

"Cecil, it's true that you are the Soul Emperor, but there are more people above your level." Yue Guan sneered, with a feminine voice, and his words were as sharp as needles, poking directly at Cecil's soft heart. "A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."

The cardinal took a deep breath and steadied his voice: "I will teach him to practice well."

"How precious is a rare martial soul with full innate soul power? There are so many people who covet Yuan'er. If you want to deceive yourself, I don't care about you. Don't wait until something happens to your son before you act like you regret it."

Yue Guan's words were hard to hear.

Cecil's face didn't look good either.He stood in the corner, a shadow fell on his face, his brows were furrowed, and his nails hanging from his sleeves dug into his flesh.

Yue Guan's words tore at his sanity.

"Perhaps, he doesn't like being a soul master..." The silver-white bishop muttered to himself.

Yue Guan immediately crossed his arms and said "ha", with sarcasm on his brows: "He has been able to interrupt the soul master's soul power before he has obtained the soul ring. Do you think you can hide him and become an ordinary person?"

……

silence.

The atmosphere was condensed into silence.

Yue Guan calmed down his breathing and reached out to straighten the broken hair around his ears with a feminine movement.

He looked at Cecil and softened his tone: "Now Wuhun Palace has a strength that surpasses those major empires, which is enough to protect a genius."

"...As far as I know, the Pope has broken through the boundaries and is one step closer to being a demigod."

Hearing this, Cecil's eyelids trembled slightly, he quickly raised his eyes and looked at Yueguan.

The Pope's strength has always been a mystery. The outside world only knows that she is extremely powerful, but they don't know what her level is. Today, Yue Guan revealed it to him directly...

It seems that he is determined to take Yuan Yi away.

A trace of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Cecil's mouth, but it was quickly hidden under his usual plain expression.

Cecil's expression seemed to be relaxed, as if he had been persuaded by Yue Guan, who quickly struck while the iron was hot.

"Talents like Yuan'er's are rare anywhere, and the Pope cherishes talents even more." Yueguan said with a beaming smile, "Not to mention how many heavenly materials, earthly treasures, soul bones and elixirs are in the Wuhun Palace. Come and pave the way for Yuan'er, don't waste it."

This is purely a pie in the sky. Any one of the training resources accumulated by Wuhun Palace over the years can make countless soul masters jealous, so naturally they will not be so generous as Yue Guankou said, and provide them to juniors.

Cecil twitched the corner of his mouth and resisted rolling his eyes, not wanting to waste any more words with Yue Guan.

He said softly: "Now it seems that the only road in front of me is that."

Yue Guan chuckled: "Cecil, don't put on that stinky face. You will also benefit from your son's success."

Cecil stared at him, his lips twitching: "I really should let Yuanyuan see your face, and let you taste the feeling of being played with by that strip of cloth."

Yue Guan didn't take it seriously, but instead laughed. The laughter was enchanting and gentle, but coupled with the appearance under the cloak, it made people's hair stand on end for no reason.

"When Yuan'er gets the first soul ring, I will definitely have a taste of it." Yue Guan said with a smile.

Yuan Yi, who was eavesdropping through the door, looked at the bandage and shuddered.

——Ah, what a disgusting thing to say.

"Go write a novel, Osamu Dazai. If you have to run away from home, at least you can use the royalties to support me."

——…The history of Mafia’s fall…

"What duck?"