[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

During the period when I was diagnosed with a brain problem, it only took a day to go from being irritable to accepting it.

Ignoring the strange looks of people around him, he remained calm and himself, but he did not stop talking to the "air" in the eyes of outsiders.

Because Yuan Yi knows that he is not sick, if he pretends to be a "normal person" for the sake of misunderstanding by outsiders, this is ultimately a temporary solution, and it will be easy for clues to emerge over time.

Besides, Osamu Dazai is special.

Not only his martial spirit, but also a human being.

If communication with Osamu Dazai is interrupted in order to cover up the specialness, Haraichi thinks it is unfair to Osamu Dazai - only he can hear Osamu Dazai's voice, and how lonely he will be once he no longer cares about him.

Although this father-like speculation was strongly opposed by Osamu Dazai, Haraichi decided to show his specialness.

He went to see the Pope the next day.

In the face of the strength at the top of the mainland pyramid, lying is meaningless.

Yuan straightforwardly explained that he had been talking to his martial spirit before and it was not a psychological problem.

Bibi Dong showed some surprise and once again summoned an elder who had studied martial arts for most of his life. After careful questioning and confirmation, he finally agreed with Yuan Yi's statement.

Bibi Dong immediately put a look of satisfaction on her face, and at the same time told Yuan Yi to keep this matter a secret and not tell her parents.

Yuan Yi is so cute.

She asked Yuan Yi if he had nightmares yesterday.

Yuan Yi shook his head honestly.

The Pope was very pleased and immediately began to teach him the method of cultivating soul power. In the process, he showed great patience, pointed out the flaws in the operation of soul power, and carefully explained how to correct them.

Hara Kazuya studied hard, and with Dazai Osamu's occasional interesting suggestions, his life was full and happy.

After several days of this, Yuan Yi made rapid progress under her careful training/teaching.

He spends most of the day in the Pope's residence. If a little bit of news leaks out, all the upper echelons of Wuhun Palace will naturally know about it. Even if some people are old, they can't help but be jealous and envious.

How many soul masters are there in the world who can teach the Pope of Wuhun Palace step by step?

The two people at the center of the topic did not care about the storm in the outside world. One taught and the other learned, very calmly.

These days, the Pope would check the progress of Yuan Yi's cultivation every day, and compared with the growth of his soul power, he felt increasingly satisfied.

The reason why I was not in a hurry to give Yuan Yi the soul ring before was because of this consideration.Because the thicker the soul power is, the stronger the foundation is laid, and it is easier to withstand the impact of soul fragments.

From the teaching process, I found that Yuan Yi is very smart, he can master a little bit of cultivation, and he will never make the same mistakes again.

Really talented person.

Bibi Dong waited for a few more days, and seeing that the time was ripe, she suggested that Yuan Yi could go to the Soul Beast Forest to try to hunt down his first soul ring.

Yuan Yi was so excited that he couldn't sleep.

He chatted with Dazai Osamu all night, until the bandage spirit couldn't stand it anymore and turned into light spots and penetrated Yuan Yi's body, and his enthusiasm subsided.

After thinking about it, I fell asleep.

The next day.

"Uh... ah!"

The sun shines through the glass window and hits the cashmere carpet. The dust in the air dances in the light with the breeze. A bag bulges up on the large and soft bed, moving restlessly.

A head poked out from the warm bed.

Her slightly curly short black hair was messy on her head, and her hair was in a mess. There was a pressed red mark on her fair cheek. She was sleepy and had not yet fully opened her eyes.

Yuan Yi scratched his hair and sat up with a distracted look.

After a while, he rubbed his chin. His chin was sore from stretching just now.

"Ah ha, I'm so sleepy." Yuan Yi said vaguely, half asleep, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The way he was swaying under his feet was obviously not fully awake yet.

Wash, dress, and eat.

"Ring Ling—"

Following Yuan Yi's movements, the bracelet wrapped around his wrist was vaguely revealed.

The style is simple, with just a few round jade beads strung together by a red rope, hanging lonely on the child's thin wrist bones, making slight noises as he moves.

I went out with my parents yesterday and bought something from a stall.

In order to celebrate their family's official settlement in the center of Wuhun Palace, Cecil took his wife and children out for an outing, bought a lot of housewarming gifts, and the family sat down to enjoy family affection after a long absence.

In fact, the Pope did not prevent Haraichi from meeting his family, but the Pope's Palace was not an easy place to enter. Although the guards were not strict, the fact that the Pope was in charge was enough to make Cecil retreat.

The bishop knew very well that the pope's careful training of his son was not out of charity. While the pope doted on Yuan Yi, he valued Yuan Yi's sincerity towards Wuhun Palace and the pope in the future.

Family affection can disturb people's hearts, and the Pope will not let the worst happen.

Therefore, Cecil has always been cautious in his words and deeds. He rarely sets foot in the papal palace. Even if he is gathering with his family, he never mentions the pope.

Yuan Yi vaguely understood his father's considerations and never talked about his family in front of the Pope.

A family of three, flowing with a silent understanding.

Yuan Yi suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth and stuffed the last bite into his mouth.

He wiped his mouth and jumped down from the chair.

"Go to Master!"

His voice echoed in the quiet space, loud and clear, and disappeared after a while.

Yuan Yi was chirping like a little bird calling the Pope, and like a rabbit, he was running carelessly in the gorgeous and cold building, completely ignoring the majesty that permeated the place.

Whether it was the guards or the elders hiding in the dark, they stared at his back silently.

No one dared blame him.

Because he was the Pope's favorite.

Yuan Yi arrived at his destination, but did not see the Pope. He tilted his head and asked, "Where is Master?"

……

A short wait.

"In the front hall, an elder requested an interview."

Yuan Yi nodded suddenly.

"I understand, thank you, Grandpa Elder." He turned around and said sweetly without delay.

He walked towards the front hall, and the shadow hidden in the darkness never appeared in his sight, but every time he called, he got the response he deserved.

Yuan Yi didn't like the feeling of being spied on.

Of course, I don't like it either.

The heavy door finally appeared in sight. Hara Yi's eyes lit up, he ran over, leaned half of his body in, and shouted:

"Master!"

"Yu Xiaogang!"

……

There was a moment of silence.

The owner of the voice that overlapped with Yuan Yi just now was none other than Pope Bibi Dong.

Yuan Yi grabbed the doorframe, feeling a little confused. He subconsciously looked at the Pope. Bibi Dong was still beautiful and graceful, but there was a trace of rare anger on the previously noble and unattainable face.

Yuan Yi was extremely curious, was there anyone in this world who could make the Pope so angry?

The man sitting next to the throne sighed: "I shouldn't have come to you, I'm leaving."

After saying that, he stood up. The teacup in his hand was about half full and still steaming, but he obviously hadn't touched it at all.

Only then did Yuan Yi see his appearance clearly.

The man was not very good-looking, around thirty, with a lot of green stubble on his chin. He was wearing a simple gray robe and a pair of short boots of the same color. He was neat and neat, with an old-fashioned temperament, but he could speak to the Pope in a familiar tone.

He is... an elder?

He walked steadily, walked to the door and saw Yuan Yi's confused look. He couldn't help but think of the disciple he had just accepted, and for a moment he expressed some emotion: "He is your new disciple?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yu Xiaogang regretted it. He shouldn't have spoken so rashly.

Bibi Dong seemed to have adjusted her mood and her tone was much calmer, but what she said was not what Yu Xiaogang wanted to hear.

"Yu Xiaogang, how do you think my disciple compares to yours?"

The Pope picked up the scepter at hand and walked down from the throne slowly, his awe-inspiring and inviolable appearance still perfect and untouchable.

She raised her eyebrows: "The child with twin martial spirits..."

Yuan Yi was keenly aware of the pope's abnormality at this moment. She seemed to be stimulating the man.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes indeed fluctuated a bit: "Don't hurt him."

"Ha." Bibi Dong snorted, with a sneer on her lips, "Since you dare to stand in front of me, what do you have to fear?"

"Am I already so miserable in your heart?"

This sentence was almost said in a questioning tone. Yuan Yi had never seen the Pope look so out of control. His eyes moved downwards, and Bibi Dong's palms hanging in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

At this moment, Bibi Dong seemed to have shed her "god" shell, and was like a real human being, defeated in front of someone.

But she still raised her chin and straightened her back to maintain the majesty of the pope.

If there was a faint glimmer of water gathering in her eyes, it was just that she was too proud and refused to show a trace of weakness in front of him.

"Master."

He ran over and used his body to block the embarrassment of the Pope's fingertips.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Bibi Dong and apologized in a deep voice: "It was not my intention just now, it was just me..."

With her little finger wrapped in a soft palm, Bibi Dong's eyelashes trembled, and a shadow fell under her eyes. She blinked gently to drive away all the moisture in her eyes.

"Yu Xiaogang, don't think that only your disciples are geniuses."

The pope's voice was soft and soft, and the plainness and ridicule in his tone were light and airy, with natural oppression.

She seemed to have changed again into the strategizing and domineering Pope of the Spirit Hall.

Under the sleeves, she held Yuan Yi's hand behind her back, and pushed Yuan Yi towards the man. The fabric rubbed against him, and the pope knelt down beside him, whispering slowly and softly:

"Yuan'er, remember his face."

Yu Xiaogang frowned, not knowing what she wanted to do.

Bibi Dong chuckled lightly, put her hands on Yuan Yi's shoulders, leaned into the child's ear, and whispered softly:

"His disciples will be your lifelong enemies.