[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

Only half a day after arriving at Wuhun Palace, the news that Yuan Yi was accepted as a disciple by the Pope spread like wildfire.

The side hall of the Papal Palace, which had been empty for three years, became the residence of the new disciples.As Haraichi's father, Cecil did not become a close associate of the Pope, but he held a lucrative sinecure, which shows the profound meaning.

Such a blatant preference is enough to prove how satisfied the Pope is with Yuan Yi.

These orders directly touched the sensitive nerves of some people, creating an undercurrent.

Moreover, the child named Yuan Yi has only just awakened his martial spirit, and the Pope’s regard for him is already eye-catching. If he is allowed to grow a few years longer...

Unknowingly, a storm is quietly brewing, and a sense of crisis is troubling the heartstrings of some people.

"Nana is the Pope's personal disciple and the saint of Wuhun Palace. What on earth is the Pope thinking?"

"Yan, are you talking about the Pope's crown?"

"……of course not!"

Xie Yue tapped the table with her fingers, half-supported her forehead and sighed: "That's okay."

"Is Nana your biological sister? I don't see why you are worried at all."

The person who spoke was probably in his teens, with a slender figure, about 1.8 meters, and a well-proportioned figure. He was wearing a black outfit and had his short, fiery red hair pulled back behind his head, leaving a few strands of hair hanging in front of his forehead.

He kept pacing back and forth in the room, his face full of impatience, and he seemed to be a difficult person to get along with.

Yan glanced at Xie Yue's nonchalant look, scratched the short hair on the back of his head, and clicked his tongue.

Xie Yue raised her eyebrows, turned around and asked the third person in the room: "Sister, what do you think?"

Xieyue and Hu Liena are biological brothers and sisters with the same father and mother. They are [-]% similar in appearance, except that one is charming and the other is handsome.

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan are extremely talented and are called the "golden generation" of Wuhun Palace.Among them, Hu Liena is the one with the most potential who is valued by the Pope and has been trained as the future heir to Wuhun Palace.

The unexpected emergence of Yuan Yi made even the dull Yan aware of the crisis. How could Hu Liena not know about it?

She raised her hand to support her chin while recalling the recent contact with Yuan Yi, her eyes narrowed slightly: "Well, he is not a lovable child..."

"But the attitude given by the master is very ambiguous."

The hoarse voice is like a hook, melodious.

Xie Yue groaned, seeming a little surprised.

Hu Liena's eyes flickered, and she guessed softly: "I don't know, does she want me to fight, or not?"

Xie Yue stood up and stretched the meridians on his neck casually, "He is only six years old. He is not even a soul master. Even if he is born with full soul power, no one can guarantee what his future will be like."

Hu Liena didn't answer, her eyes darkened.

Yan didn't want to listen to them talking in riddles back and forth, so he opened his mouth and yawned, and as he walked out, his voice sounded vaguely——

"I'll go take a look while it's still dark."

It is now five o'clock in the morning. The three of them have just finished their morning practice. It is dawn and the child is still asleep.

Yan is a person who can't sit still. Yuan Yi's existence poses a threat to Hu Liena, and he immediately wants to find out the details of the other party.

Behind him, Hu Liena stopped him: "Don't hurt anyone."

"I know." Yan waved his hand.

The reddish ears are not visible against the red hair. With his back to his crush, the corners of Yan's mouth are slightly raised.

Their long legs stepped forward, walking faster and faster. Their training ground was not far from the Pope's Palace. In half a cup of tea, they saw the gorgeous building surrounded by guards in the center.

The sun has not yet risen, and the frost with a hint of chill is entrenched on the green grass leaves. There are only a few insects chirping. The Pope's Palace standing here is like a dormant monster, huge and mysterious.

The guard saw Yan's face and let him go without asking anything.

"Tap, tap, tap."

It's so quiet here.You can hear the needle drop.

Although Yan is not as resourceful as those two people, he also knows how many titled Douluo are hidden in the seemingly calm Pope's Palace. They are watching in secret and never show their faces.

There is no way he could hurt anyone here, but on the contrary, as long as he doesn't hurt anyone, the shadow hiding in the dark will not appear.

Just stay within the safe zone of the rules.

Yan knew where Yuan Yi's room was because Hu Liena was the owner there a few years ago, so she knew the direction with ease and without any hesitation in her steps.

"clatter."

The steps settled.He stopped in front of the door.

Yan frowned.

The door is ajar.

He reached out and opened the crack of the door. The dim interior was lit up by the thin skylight, and he had a clear view of the interior——

There were only piles of quilts on the large soft bed. The sheets were full of wrinkles, but the person who was supposed to be lying on the bed was missing!

Yan frowned, where did he go?

He walked into the room, his footsteps swallowed by the soft carpet.The southern pearl produced in the Star Luo Empire was hanging on the wall and glowing, and there was a red gemstone beside the bed.

Yan suddenly stopped.

The sound of clear, childish breathing suddenly broke into his ears.

"I had that dream again."

The child who had just woken up had a hoarse voice, seemed to be a little sleepy, and sounded muffled.

Yan's whole body froze, his expression was startled and uncertain, but he forced it down again and quickly searched for the source of the sound.

The white gauze hanging to the floor was blown by the breeze, and the pure color shimmered through the light, outlining a small figure, with its back to him, huddled in the corner of the balcony, wearing a loose nightgown, with slender limbs.

Yan held his breath, leaned against the wall, and raised his ears to listen to the movement on the other side.

That child, have you discovered him?

"A bad nightmare."

Yuan Yi hugged his knees and buried his head in his arms. The dream of falling from a height and being torn apart was too real. His whole body was trembling physiologically, silently expressing fear.

Yuan Yi was not afraid of death, and the moment he was freed from cancer was a long-lost freedom.

He has been having the same nightmare for more than ten days, but the protagonist in the dream is not Yuan Yi, but another young man named "Dazai".

In the dream, he was only imprisoned in two scenes, one where his friend was killed, and the other where he committed suicide by jumping off a building.

"I want to save them."

Yuan Yi said in a daze, closing his eyes hard, his face with residual tears stained by the shock was expressionless, but full of sadness.

He began to recall that very familiar dream.

Once again... in a desperate situation.

【I saw a person.my friend.

[The bullet hit the flesh with a pop, and the rich blood stained the chest and cloth red, and he fell down.

【My hands and feet are numb.

[My throat made a sound similar to the whine of a small animal, which was completely sad, but maybe it was just my imagination.I ran towards him and held him in my arms, the warm blood staining my skin.

[I was so panicked that I foolishly tried to block the small blood hole with my hands, but of course it was useless.

[Sorrow overwhelms me.

[He stopped breathing in my arms. I didn’t cry. My eyes were terribly dry. Should I cry?I didn't know that at that time.

"Ho!"

Yuan Yi suddenly opened his eyes, hugged himself tightly, and tried his best to break away from the huge sadness.

The death of a friend is a sharp knife.

He tried to save and used all his strength to change his fate in the dream, but death seemed to be a completely arranged fate that never changed.

Yuan Yi felt as if he was packed and stuffed into the body of the protagonist in the dream. Viewed from the No. 1 perspective, he could never prevent the tragedy, which was his tragedy.

So far, 23 times.

Time and time again, I wake up crying with despair. Time and time again, I wake up from my dreams when my body is shattered to pieces. I struggle to fall asleep and have nightmares again.

[Disappointed in human nature, disappointed in everything.

[Falling from a tall building and bidding farewell to this rotten world by committing suicide is my destination.

This is what the man in the dream said.

Gray emotions lingered around Yuan Yi like a demon, whispering temptations that wanted to dye this pure white with color, and wanted him to sink into endless darkness.

White Bandage hasn't spoken to Yuan Yi for a long time, and fell silent for no reason.

Lonely?There are some.

Maybe it would be much easier if someone listened to my dreams, right?

It seems that I suddenly fell into a state of isolation and helplessness.

If this continues, he will really go crazy.

Yuan Yi slowly raised his head, his confused eyes falling on the distant horizon, staring at the slowly rising sun, the depths of his dark eyes were filled with light, and he slowly came back to his senses.

He stood up.

With bare feet and thin ankle bones sticking out from under the loose nightgown, she walked step by step towards the wide balcony.

The morning mist condensed on the cold railings.

The young child was standing on the balcony of a high-rise building, with no other shelter except the railings. His little body looked shaky.

"Is this what you expected?" he asked.

No one knew who he was talking to, maybe he was just talking to himself. Through a wall, Yan couldn't hear clearly. He looked at Yuan Yi's movements and felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Suicide hurts."

Yuan Yi stretched out his hand and put it on the cold fence.

Recalling the past of fighting cancer in the hospital bed, my mind drifted away, and I pouted aggrievedly: "It's painful to try hard to live."

"Because of the expectations of the people I love, I chose to continue to persevere."

"I don't want to save you, and I am not qualified to make any comments on the past, because no one can fully empathize with your pain."

"Now that we have a new life, we must make up for our regrets."

Yuan Yi narrowed his eyes, and the dimples on his cheeks were squeezed out. He stepped on the low stool next to him, and the tip of his raised hair swayed with his movements.

"So let's watch the sunrise together today, Dazai."

……

The white bandage, which had been silent for a long time, slowly came out and wiped away the tears on Yuan Yi's face.

After a while, a voice sounded in my head.

--Fool.