[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

Soto City is not very peaceful, like pebbles thrown into the center of a lake causing endless ripples.

Yu Xiaogang was keenly aware of the reason - the explosion was unlucky, not only muddying the water in the pool, but also giving the soul master a sense of crisis.

——If all soul masters with low talents possess such fierce weapons, it will not only be a threat to higher-level soul masters, but also a provocation to the strength class that has been passed down for thousands of years. In the long run, there will inevitably be Loss of certain “privileges.”

"..."

Yu Xiaogang frowned and selected various ingredients absentmindedly.

Shrek's students are growing up, so they must not skip three meals a day. Yu Xiaogang plans to purchase a week's worth and then put the things in Flanders' shop. Then the two of them will take a carriage back to Shrek. Lake, convenient and convenient.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

I always feel like something is happening.

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Finally venting happily, Yuan Yi felt that his body felt much more relaxed.

When he woke up from the spiritual world, his face was full of tears, and his eyelids were very sore and seemed to be swollen. Haraichi was a little embarrassed, his earlobes were red, and he rubbed his eyes.

The tiger cub balled up next to him, and Yuan Yi stretched out his hand to reach him, "Hiss."

The meridians still hurt.

Yuan Yi seemed to have thought of something. Subtle soul power poured into the soul guide, and a shining gold card appeared out of thin air and fell into his palm.

The setting sun fell on the card, reflecting a golden spot on the wall.

The tiger cub stared at it intently, crawling on its upper body in a posture of eagerness to try.

"We should go."

The boy walked to the mirror and carefully wrapped the bandage around his left eye, neck, and wrist.

The pure black eye was covered and his vision was restricted. Yuan Yi scratched his hair again.

Then he sat back in the wheelchair with a weak look on his face, picked up the little tiger and started to tell him, "Atsushi, you must stay in the carriage obediently and don't make a sound no matter what happens."

"Ow..."

Yuan Yi took a breath quietly and whispered: "This is part of the plan..."

It is also an unavoidable part.

【——……】

Kunikida folded his arms coldly, acquiescing.

What follows is an unbeatable "battle" with no choice or retreat.

Put on the mask again.

A boy named White Owl reappears.

Under the gaze of dark eyes, they left the hotel door and boarded the carriage heading for Shrek. The wheels rolled over the country road. From the slightly bumpy window, they could be seen gradually moving away from the town.

The excitement is gone.

It wasn't until halfway through the journey that the sight following him slowly faded and then was thrown away.

Rolling rolls——

The sound of wooden wheels grinding on the ground caught up with him, and another carriage approached him, the two cars driving side by side.

It seemed that everything was fine, and the journey passed calmly for another half, until when passing by a small forest, a sudden change occurred, and a huge black shadow rushed out from another carriage. The driver was knocked away before he could see clearly what it was. He got out, hit the back of his head on the tree trunk, groaned, and fainted.

boom--!

With just one punch, he punched through the thick wall of the carriage. The horse was frightened and immediately neighed without the driver's control, and started running like crazy.

The man punched again.

The horse's heart and lungs were cut to pieces, and it fell to the ground without making any more noise.

The young man leaning on the carriage seemed to be frightened by this scene and was speechless. He was stunned and unresponsive. The burly man grabbed his collar and threw him away. Then he fell heavily on the small patch of land. There was a movement in the woods, and the birds scattered in all directions.

"Well……"

The woods were sparse, not blocking the sky, but they could block part of the sunlight. The rest fell sparsely on the young man. He was covered with broken branches and grass clippings, and his arms and forehead were scraped with blood by stones.

The young man lay on the ground panting. The wheelchair had been twisted and fell not far away.

Seeing that he was unable to fight back, the burly man stood in front of him, with a mocking and sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Nothing more than that."

"He's just a sick little boy, and he doesn't deserve to be treated like an enemy."

The four soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple and black linger around him, constantly circling up and down. After being possessed by the martial soul, his figure becomes more majestic. His height is easily over five meters, and his shadow alone can completely envelope the young man. Inside, the fierce momentum can make people breathless.

The skin is thick and full of wrinkles, and the width of a single arm is thicker than an ordinary body.

It is not difficult to see that the burly man comes from the Elephant Armor Sect, which is famous for its defense, and the martial soul mammoth.

It was the person who just bought the explosive at the auction house for a sky-high price of 90 gold coins.

"Who are you...I have not offended..."

"Haha, offended? Of course you didn't offend me." The burly man bent down and took out a gold card from the young man's arms, with a smile on his face, as he expected.He stretched out his hand to strangle the young man's neck and asked, "If you don't want to die, tell me honestly, who gave you this card?"

"Cough cough..."

The burly man smiled softly and warned: "Think carefully before you speak, boy, you can't escape."

He is a direct disciple of the Elephant Armor Sect and is quite obsessed with money. He used all kinds of means to "save" this gold card. In order to always be able to "profit", he will naturally do some small tricks.

The golden card is a soul guide that can be easily modified and then sensed and tracked.

But there is a disadvantage. Once it is included in another soul guide, it will lose its position.

Previously, the burly man at the auction house wanted to take advantage of the crowded crowd to deal with the young man directly, but for some reason, the gold card's position was always inconsistent. He was unwilling to wait for a long time, and in the end, his efforts paid off.

"Since you have this card in your hand, you must know that person."

"...No, I don't know..."

"fart."

The burly man stepped on the young man's chest and said in a disdainful tone: "You're so pretentious, but you turned out to be a fool. I didn't catch you."

The young man seemed very confused as to why the other party came to him, and his voice was hoarse:

"I really don't know. You are from the Elephant Armor Sect. A little person like me..."

"Well!"

Push hard.

The burly man said in a bad tone: "If you continue to waste time, I will kill you."

He has always used his status as the Elephant Armor Sect to do evil, and the sect has already criticized him quite a bit.

He originally planned to stop for a while to avoid the limelight, but this time the amount was a full 90, and giving it away would cost him his life!

So the burly man still followed his position to find someone, and then he focused on this young man.

This man must have some relationship with that young man, it would be good to pry something out of his mouth.

Although he could sense that there was someone following the young man, he still refused to give up after struggling for a while - even if there were forces behind him, the Elephant Armor Sect was one of the seven major sects.

If the seemingly invisible sight disappears, the burly man will realize the opportunity to strike.

Since there is still a feud, it is better to do it more simply, this young man will die.

The young man bit his lip and gasped: "I really don't know why that card is here..."

Ah.

Don't eat and drink a toast.

The burly man didn't care if he couldn't ask. Anyway, the money had been recovered and it was considered a good harvest. He raised his hand casually, his second soul ring flickered, wanting to give the sick man the final blow, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

He froze in place, as if he had seen something terrifying, and his pupils instantly dilated.

The young man put one hand on the ground, twisted his waist at a very tricky angle, and stood up on one knee. The dark coat penetrated the earth as if it had vitality, and broke out from the burly man's feet.

puff-

The mammoth martial spirit has excellent defense. A simple thrust can only damage the flesh, but cannot penetrate the bone at all.

The burly man staggered, and in the weightless state, he subconsciously tried to maintain his balance. None of the four soul rings lit up, and the chance only lasted a moment——

The boy flipped his wrist.

A fishy dagger suddenly appeared, its cold purple blade extremely sharp.

Pale Bandage attacks at the same time.

The moment the strip of cloth came into contact with the skin, it brutally interrupted the movement of the burly man's soul power. The shadow of the mammoth possessed by the martial spirit disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then the man's original appearance was revealed, and the center of gravity of his body changed. Even more unbalanced.

The burly man's eyes were red, and he was still immersed in the illusion and couldn't wake up.

Without martial soul defense, no matter how thick your skin is, you can't escape the sharp dagger.

What's more, the blade of the dagger is coated with poison that will seal the throat when it sees blood.

The fluctuations in his soul power stopped momentarily, and then backfired on him. He groaned and blood flowed from the corners of his lips, pulling half of his sanity out of the environment. He saw the dark corners of his clothes in his peripheral vision, and the pain in his soles gradually became apparent.

A time of life and death crisis.

The burly man's eyes widened, his consciousness gradually underestimated the enemy, and he had to fight back.

But time passed too quickly. In just one breath, the young man spread out his arms and moved as nimbly as a bird. His slender waist moved his whole body, bursting out at an eye-catching speed. His pale and thin wrists were all hairy. Power, bringing out the sound of breaking through the sky——

He tiptoed the ground, quietly exerted force, and held the handle of the knife with his backhand. A faint murderous intent emerged from his calm eyes, and he wiped the burly man's neck at an extremely fast speed.

Steady, accurate, ruthless.

A spin.

stab-

The blade cut open the thick neck, from one ear to the other. It was so powerful that it almost cut the entire neck. The blood vessels broke and blood spurted out from the wound. The blood gradually turned from bright red to black and purple, and crackled around. on leaves of grass and branches.

A pale strip of cloth covered his face, and the dark coat fluttered in beautiful arcs with his movements.

He held the dagger and inserted it into the enemy's heart again, harshly and neatly, leaving no room for error.

After this blow, the man could no longer utter a word, his eyes were filled with hatred and unwillingness.

"My name is White Owl."

The young man said in a very soft voice, and he laughed: "You can call me little white bird."

"Gu, Gu...Pfft..."

Time passed too quickly, but in just a few seconds, everything was settled, and the winner was decided.

The shocking fighting talent, the sloppy movements, and the rationality and cold-bloodedness that cannot be ignored, all combined together, made the black-robed old man hiding in the dark clenched his fists.

That boy won so beautifully.

Not a single blow was wasted, and there was no way to escape, just like a battle without gunpowder—

Dance of death.