[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

In the middle of his madness, Zao Wuji paused and panted heavily, regaining his senses.

With the support of the two soul emperor teachers, he swallowed the jelly beans that restored his strength. His palms were sticky with sweat. Even after the abnormal state ended, his body was still trembling, and the discomfort in his bones was like maggots attached to his bones.

He raised his head and saw a mess.The crushed and damaged houses were already crumbling, as if they had been invaded by wild beasts. The scene was extremely chaotic. The students' faces were pale, and few teenagers could stand up.

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

He pushed away the hand of the person next to him, took a deep breath, and walked towards the culprit.

Li Yusong was worried and grabbed the other person's arm: "Take a break again?"

He knew Zhao Wuji's temper. The little madman didn't know what method he used to make Old Zhao lose his mind and make such a big noise. Even if it didn't last more than a minute, its power was enough to make people look at him.

But in the final analysis, Lao Zhao still "underestimated the enemy".Logically speaking, the soul saint's strength can indeed withstand all types of attacks at the level of a great soul master.

It was just too careless. Following behind, Li Yusong sighed softly and stared at him.

Zhao Wuji has a good temper, but except for the dean, few people can control him.

Although he wouldn't do anything impulsive like "harming students", he still had to stop him.

"You kid, your methods are very vicious!" Zhao Wuji said angrily when he walked to the tree where the white owl was leaning.

Zhao Wuji stared at the child, his temples still twitching. As soon as he saw him, he reflexively remembered the panic he had felt not long ago.He spat out the bloody foam in his mouth, feeling chest tightness and dizziness.

Fortunately, that skill didn't last long. If it lasted more than 1 minute, I would really go crazy.

Although Zhao Wuji searched his memory for several times and couldn't find any sect or force that corresponded to this spiritual skill, people who could cultivate such a madman must not be easy to mess with. After thinking about it, today's big loss He had to eat it hard.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! What happened?" Someone ran over with a soft voice.

Along with the gurgling sound of the stall wheels, a burst of sausage aroma hit my face.

Shao Xin, the teacher who was also a martial soul in the food department, sighed and shouted to him: "They ate all the jelly beans!"

He is the soul emperor of the food system. The healing and physical recovery effects of martial soul jelly beans are extremely strong. Just one can restore [-]% to [-]% of the strength.

The implication is that he, a great soul master, is no longer needed to save people.

Oscar blinked his peach-blossom eyes, which looked extremely disappointed. He lowered his hands in frustration, put the hot sausage back, and angrily pulled the small stall and turned around and left without any nostalgia.

Before Zhao Wuji could tell him to leave a small sausage, the boy ran away without a trace.

"Xiao Ao is really getting more and more..."

"Mr. Zhao? Teacher Zhao?"

"...What's the matter with you?!" Zhao Wuji licked his teeth and said in a loud voice.

"Teacher Zhao, do I pass this level?" White Owl asked as if adding fuel to the fire.

"……"Oh shit.

a man of his words.Zhao Wuji is neither a gentleman nor a villain.

He glanced at the child, then stretched out his hand to rub his sternum for a while. The incense stick in the corner was not half burned, but Zhao Wuji completely ignored it. He was over 50 years old, and said loudly with an extremely irritated tone. : "Forget it! Forget it! Forget it for you!"

Zao Wuji really didn't want to use that weird skill again. The images that appeared in his mind in just a few dozen seconds were terrifying enough, and seemed to evoke discomfort deep in his soul, making it impossible for him to stay rational.

I have encountered many spiritual soul masters before, but I have never encountered such a powerful one.

Now he is just a great soul master. If he is allowed to grow for a few more years, wouldn't it be...

However, since he intends to come to Shrek to study, he can't be considered an enemy. Besides, he wants to come to Shrek to give money, and if he can't bear it, he will mess up his plans.

After he enters the academy and Flanders returns, there will be plenty of opportunities to torture him!

But after losing such a big person today, Zhao Wuji snorted angrily and was in a bad mood.

Slowly, he turned his attention to the other teenagers who were teasing him cross-legged.

He started to stretch his muscles and bones, wasn't there someone else, and he had to get his face back today.

Humph, bad luck for them.

"Teacher Zhao, since the dean is not here, I will go back to town to pack my luggage before coming back."

The white owl came closer, and the madness that had appeared on its head disappeared without a trace.

He was pure and innocent like an ordinary boy, and it was impossible to associate him with the arrogant and bold shadow of before.

But Zhao Wuji was annoyed when he saw him now, so he couldn't wait to say a few words to dismiss him.

Seeing that the boy's figure was about to disappear before his eyes, he suddenly said:

"Hey boy, what's your name?"

The young man turned his head and his bangs were casually pushed back by his owner, revealing the upper half of his face wrapped in bandages.

His face was still pale and his lips were light-colored because he refused Shao Xin's jelly beans.

His delicate and handsome features shone under the gray sky, and he smiled and waved goodbye.

"My name is White Owl."

Every move shows the vitality and liveliness of a young man, without being timid or timid.

Zhao Wuji saw him disappearing into the corner and couldn't help but mutter: "Whose family raised this little monster..."

"Tsk, little lunatic seems more suitable."

As soon as he turned around, he started gearing up again, staring at the remaining people with shining eyes.

You can't let the brat play a trick, but you can't become a laughing stock. The teacher's prestige still needs to be upheld.

"You guys, go on with the exam." He didn't believe it. There were some perverts among these people.

However, after this battle, he understood that even if he fought with these brats, he had to be serious.

After thinking about it, Zhao Wuji rolled up his sleeves and drove away Li Yusong and others, "Guard your door."

The latter pulled the other two soul emperors and refused to leave. Unexpectedly, after three sticks of incense, Zhao Wuji fell into trouble again.

Li Yusong saw that Zhao Wuji had bulges the size of walnuts all over his body, a gray face, and bruises from the glasses on his face. He covered his waist and laughed uncontrollably: "Oh, Lao Zhao, I think you are lucky today. Very good, the college is blessed, hahaha!"

Next to them, Shao Xin and Lu Qibin burst out laughing. It was rare for King Fudo Ming to be so embarrassed.

"Fuck, laugh if you want, don't hold it in, it makes me feel uncomfortable." Zhao Wuji couldn't help but say dirty words.

"..."

"Haha, hahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard, Lao Zhao, take a look in the mirror!"

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Walking out of Shrek's gate according to his memory, the carriage that came out was still waiting on the roadside.

Yuan Yi got into the car, and when the curtains were lowered, he lay back imagelessly for a moment, closing his eyes and breathing.

[Brother, brother? 】

Yumeno Kusaku curled up next to him, holding the doll in one hand and Haraichi's waist in the other, very sticky.

He seemed to be a really insecure child, his eyes narrowed, half blocking the star-shaped pupils, his delicate arms wrapped around the boy's waist, nuzzling him like a kitten, very attached.

Yuan Yi's fingers fell on his hair, gently kneading the hair with affectionate movements.

As if encouraged by such an action, the child laughed and got further into the boy's arms.

[Brother, did I do well? 】he asks.

His eyes were full of joy, and he seemed to just want to get a confirmation, that was his purpose.

Yuan Yi opened his eyes slightly. The huge consumption of soul power made him feel very tired. Subconsciously setting aside part of his soul power to maintain the disguised soul bone was the limit of what he could do. Now, he needed to rest.

The child's face appeared in his hazy eyes, and he held him in his arms and hugged him tightly.

Mengye Jiuzaku huddled in his chest, closing his eyes subconsciously, his gentle breath blowing on the top of his head.

The embrace of the human body is very hot, and the sense of close connection makes people drowsy.

[Wish my brother a sweet dream]

When we rushed from Shrek to town again, the sky turned dark and it started to rain heavily.

The coachman stopped the carriage at the designated location and knocked on the carriage to indicate that it was time to get off.

It was silent inside.

The driver was a little strange. After hesitating for a long time, he reached out and lifted the curtain, just in case something happened.

The car was peaceful. The young man in a dark coat was lying on the seat, sleeping soundly.

The lights coming from under the curtain formed a bunch of lights and shone on his face. There was a cluster of shadows under his white eyelids, but what was a bit strange was his movements. His left hand was clasped, making his arms feel more relaxed. There is an emptiness, as if there is a person in it!

The driver swallowed.

"We've arrived."

"Huh?" The man seemed to have heard the call again, rubbing his eyes and half sitting up.

The sticky nasal voice is softer and softer than that of ordinary teenagers, soft and lazy, and it sounds nice.

Under his rubbing, his eyelids were slightly red, and the tails of his eyes were moist. His cheeks seemed to be much rosier after sleeping for a long time. The driver pursed his lips, his throat was dry, and he intuitively felt that the person in front of him was a little different from the previous state. , seems too, too feminine...

Yes, feminine!

The coachman consciously found the most suitable adjective, but could not explain the source of the change.

"Yawn--" The man stretched.

He opened the car curtain sleepily, his confused eyes seeming to be searching for something in the crowd.

Then he took out a black umbrella from nowhere. The contrast between black and white made his skin color paler. He opened it slowly, and the slanting wind and drizzle crackled on the umbrella surface, which made people upset.

Wearing black boots, he jumped out of the car with his other hand in his pocket, making two splashes of water on the toes of his shoes.

The driver thought he was strange, so he whipped the horse pulling the cart, causing the horse to neigh.

As he passed by, he seemed to hear the young man murmuring a name:

【Qinghe——】