[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

"Haha, did you see her expression?" He laughed loudly, "I didn't expect that it would be so fun to make internet jokes come to life!"

“What does Internet jokes mean?”

No one cheered, so Yuan Yi stopped laughing and waved his hand: "Well, it's hard to explain."

"By the way, Mo Qi, do you have a wife? If you do, it's best to explain today's incident to her, so as not to encounter her again in the future and act like a 'revealing incident'. I don't want to hurt you on a whim. "

Mo Qi was silent for a few seconds and shook his head.

"No wife."

Yuan Yi wasn't too surprised. Most of the soul masters on this continent were early in love, but they didn't have a strong idea of ​​starting a family. To put it bluntly, they just loved to have fun. On the contrary, big families valued marriage more.

In addition, the higher the level, the longer the soul master lives, and can easily live to be over a hundred years old. It is normal to be without a partner in the 40s and [-]s.

"what type do you like?"

"... Just be pretty."

"As the saying goes, the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at deceiving men. Don't you worry about being deceived?"

"Ah."

Yuan Yi felt a surge of admiration in his heart.

It seems that honest people are actually not so honest as to be stupid. It's funny to talk.

It happened that a person dressed as teacher Yu Guangzhong led the guard and ran towards the two of them quickly. After a few gentle instructions, Yuan Yi stopped talking and leaned next to Mo Qi, pretending to be a well-behaved and innocent student.

The two parties started talking.

Mo Qi is a man of few words, and unconsciously pauses when talking, which can give people a heavy sense of oppression.

Seeing that the conversation was progressing well, Yuan Yi asked the guard standing aside to help push him to the entrance of the college. He said that he was sleepy and wanted to lie down in the Rose Hotel for a while. Hearing this, Mo Qi glanced at him, and Yuan Yi smiled. , the teacher at Soto College didn’t know why.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Yuan Yi suddenly remembered something and stuffed the things into Mo Qi's arms: "By the way, there is also a letter."

"...I know." Mo Qi said.

"Then I'll go first."

Yuan Yi was sent to the door by a guard with a puzzled look on his face. The coachman, who was detained by several guards at the gate, seemed to have seen the hope of innocence. He rushed over and pushed past the guards, and helped Yuan Yi push the wheelchair into the carriage.

Haraichi: "Go to the Rose Hotel."

"Yes."

Yuan Yi huddled in the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

When the coachman arrived at the destination and helped the drowsy Yuan Yi into the booked room, his eyes suddenly turned white and his whole body went limp and unconscious.

Yuan Yi stretched out his hand to catch the man who was falling straight down, and gently threw him on the soft cushion.

"I'm so sorry." Yuan threw a thin needle stained with paralyzing venom into the soul guide.

After one injection, he was knocked unconscious for a whole day. He sighed quietly, and the plan went as expected.

It was rare to be free for half a day, and no one noticed any flaws. He settled the coachman and covered him tightly with a quilt. Yuan Yi was very satisfied. The more generous he was, the less attention he would attract.

Who knew the person in the Rose Hotel was not him.

Today, the Pope is here in person. It is impossible for those in the Wuhun Hall not to notice it, not to mention the few people who are monitoring him here. Just by looking at Mo Qi, you can tell how they will react when they know that the Pope is here in person.

While their thoughts were running wild, if they didn't do something small it would be a waste of their free time.

Speaking of which, I have to mention the system of the Wuhun Palace - the Wuhun Palace contains the Pope's Palace, the Elder's Palace, and the Douluo Palace.

Although Bibi Dong is the pope, all the powerful men in these three palaces do not completely obey her orders.There are also several elders who have both seniority and strength who are sincerely loyal to the previous pope, but are not completely convinced by Bibi Dong. They even sometimes rely on seniority to try to suppress Bibi Dong's arrogance.

The latter, despite having the power to silence them, endured years of making things difficult for them.

There is definitely something fishy in it, but Yuan Yi doesn't have time to find out clearly at this stage.

Today, the group of Bibi Dong will definitely be asked by the elders about the reason for their whereabouts. The latter will also seize the elusive Ghost Douluo and write a special letter. Bibi Dong's superficial efforts to maintain the harmony of Wuhun Hall may be delayed for a while.

Ghost Douluo's return should be delayed.

No idea how long it will take.

As long as it can stumble for a while.

It would be hard to explain once it was discovered that it couldn't be repaired. After thinking for a while, Yuan Yi poured a bottle of wine into the coachman's mouth. He threw the empty wine bottle under the bed, poured out most of the other bottle, and put it on the bedside table. A simple The visual trick is complete.

By the way, he coaxed the little tiger: "Dun, sleep here for a while, I will be back soon."

Under the power of Yumeno Kusaku, Haraichi's bones and flesh quickly deformed and stretched, and gradually turned into the appearance of a coachman. He straightened his appearance in the mirror, put on a familiar simple and honest expression, and performed the role on the spot, confirming that it was nothing serious. After breaking through, he walked out of the room grandly.

Put a Do Not Disturb sign on your doorknob.

Then he left the hotel, lowered his hat brim, walked to the hotel stables, set up the carriage and headed west.

During this period, I didn’t feel like I was being stared at.But Haraichi still drove the carriage half way around the city, and finally stopped at a public stable for replenishing food for the horses.

There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons here, so Yuan Yi found an empty toilet cubicle and changed his appearance again.

He wears a black shirt, a suit and horse pants on the outside, and trousers of the same color. He wears glasses, short black hair, and a little long hair on the back of his head. He looks polite and well-educated, and he is a very temperamental young man.

Looking at the person in the mirror, Yuan Yi murmured: "Is it a flaw...?"

When transformed into Dazai, one eye cannot be changed, and when transformed into Kunikida, his hair color is unchanged.

Became a coachman but without flaws.

"do not care."

Not a big deal.

Haraichi, who was carrying Kunikida's shell, casually caught a driver who had just finished feeding the horse and chartered the carriage.

"Is there an auction today?"

he asks.

The coachman said enthusiastically while driving the car: "Look what you said, there is no auction day? Are you hesitant about which one to go to? The one in the south of the city is always very lively. Would you like to go and have a look?"

"go."

"Okay, you sit still!"

He drove towards the auction house with high spirits. Those who dared to go to the auction house were all rich people. Such a rich young man would never deduct the fare, and he might even get a reward.

Wheels roll.

Getting closer and closer to the destination, Yuan Yi opened the curtains and looked out. The auction house was a large building, equivalent to half the size of a spirit fighting arena. It was located in the middle of the street. The entire building was uniquely gorgeous and exquisite.

Ordinary storefronts cannot compare with it, and half the street is occupied.

Yuan Yi visually estimated that the building was about 30 meters high, standing out among the buildings. There were many majestic soul masters in uniforms guarding the gate, and their rank was around Soul Master, which showed that he had strong qualifications.

In addition to them, there is also a beautiful and elegant reception lady at the door.

The entire building is gleaming with gold. The closer you get, the more you feel like your eyes are being dazzled by the splendid decoration.

"Give you."

The coachman was stunned as he held a few copper coins, and subconsciously shouted: "Alas! Alas, why are you..."

The black-haired young man turned his head, his metallic pupils reflected his shadow under the steps. He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a calm expression, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"..."

Stirred by that look and obsessed with money, the coachman suddenly calmed down and realized that the other person was someone he couldn't afford to offend. He secretly thought it was bad luck and drove away, cursing in his heart.

The young man withdrew his gaze and walked towards the main door.

The welcoming girl was young, about 20 years old. She put her hands on her belly and bowed slightly.

"Welcome to the Soto Auction House."

The young man's voice was gentle, distant and polite, "I want to auction something and it needs appraisal."

One of the girls immediately stretched out her hand to guide the direction, "Please follow me."

"There are different levels of appraisers in the auction house. How high is your self-estimation? Treasures or weapons?" The girl asked patiently. After hearing the high price, her face was not shocked, but instead showed a smile.

She led the young man to a room at the far end of the appraisal office and knocked on the door gently.

There were three people sitting in the room, all aged around [-] or [-]. They were wearing uniforms and had the word "jian" embroidered on their left chests. They must be the appraisers here.

They seemed to be talking about something.

He stopped talking when he saw someone coming in and became quiet for a moment.

The girl said: "Master Qin, I'm sorry to trouble you."

One of the oldest old men raised his eyes in surprise, looked at the young man following the girl, took out a round lens from his arms, wiped it on his sleeve, stuck it on his left eye, and then squinted.

"Young man, what do you want to identify?"

"Let me tell you in advance, if the item can satisfy Master Qin, the starting price will be at least [-] yuan." An appraiser sitting next to him said, and then he looked at each other and smiled, "We will be cheaper, [-] yuan is enough. .”

Although it was a casual remark, there was an arrogance in his tone that could not be ignored.

The young man seemed to be an unsmiling person, with a calm and steady expression: "Thank you for informing me."

He handed over what he was holding.

The old man known as Master Qin took it over and looked at it. He felt hesitant about not knowing what to do with it. This was because the workmanship of the thing was so exquisite and beautiful, and it felt heavy in his hand, but his tentacles were cold.

Master Qin didn't even ask the appraisers next to him, and just said that they didn't know what the use of this thing was.

The young man lowered his eyes and said, "It's a gun."

"A weapon that kills."

The girl hurriedly said: "There is a special place for testing weapons, right in the back."

The appraisers met their gazes and followed the young man and the girl as they walked deeper.

Pushing open the door, he walked into a room with four walls sealed by steel plates. There were more than a dozen targets standing in the distance, as well as many giant stones. The corners were full of torn fragments and garbage.

The young man took back the hand/gun from the old man's hand, "First, the gun must be loaded."

"Then pull the safety, aim the gun at the target, and press the trigger—"

boom!

As the words fell, a high-speed bullet flew out.

The three-finger-thick metal round target was punched through, leaving a black, smoking hole.

With speed and power, it is not difficult to imagine how overbearing the power would be when it hits a person. Several appraisers changed their expressions, and the weapon did not have obvious soul power fluctuations or other movements before it was activated, like the martial spirit. .

It's so quiet.

It has a dark appearance, but is small enough. If the soul master is hit in the vitals when he relaxes his nerves, he may die on the spot.

But if the soul master had been prepared for this...

Master Qin sighed regretfully and said sincerely: "This thing of yours is indeed very powerful, but soul masters are not used to relying on such foreign objects. Maybe ordinary people will prefer it..."

After the young man heard what he said, the soul guide flashed on his wrist, and a whole pack of light yellow crystals was carried in his hand.

"This is also something I want to auction."

"TETRYL explosive."