Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

Although Di Luke quickly found a cave that could be used to shelter from the rain, but I don't know whether this body is a little weaker than the original Chuluye, or because it was too long in the rain, Chuluye sitting in front of the fire Wrapped in his coat, he shook for a while, and soon sneezed.

Because the throat could not vibrate to make a sound, Chu Luye covered his mouth and sneezed one after another, and could only make a small snoring sound of air vibration.

If you block your eyes from looking at the picture, the sound sounds like a kitten snoring.

Chu Luye was wrapped in Diluke's coat, and tremblingly approached the fire a little bit, then a little bit closer, and then a little bit closer.

"Move any further, and the clothes will burn."

Di Luke spoke suddenly, and his eyes fell on Chu Luye.

Chu Luye paused, pretending to have just discovered it, moved back guiltily, and checked whether Diluque's coat was on fire from the corner of his eye.

No.

Chu Luye heaved a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand from his coat, trying to continue absorbing the heat of the flame in a way that would not ignite the coat.

The cave became quiet again, only the crackling of the fire and the occasional sound of Chu Luye's sneezing could be heard.

The heavy rain continued to make the background sound of "哗啦啦".

Di Luke took a look at Hatsune,

"Are you a rice wife?"

Chu Luye subconsciously shook his head, then nodded again as if he had suddenly reacted.

Di Luke raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect to get such an answer, he interpreted:

"You are a rice wife, but not a rice wife?"

Chu Luye shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and nodded again.

"You want to say that I'm wrong, you are a rice wife?"

Chuluye nodded.

"Am I right?"

Chuluye nodded fiercely.

He gave Di Luke a thumbs up in his heart. As expected of Master Lu, he could still understand what he was talking about.

Di Luke seemed to find his performance a little funny, and slightly hooked the corner of his mouth.

This time Chu Luye finally saw Di Luke's expression clearly, it was indeed a smile.

He froze for a moment.

At the same time, a voice entered his mind.

[It's not the same person as the one I saw in the dream. 】

It was as if Diluque himself said this sentence in his head, and Chuluye could even feel the slight smile in this deep self-talk.

But it doesn't contain a little bit of negativity.

At the same time, the energy bar on the right side of his field of vision suddenly recovered.

Chu Luye looked up at Di Luke with some suspicion.

Di Luke has already retracted the slight arc of the corner of his mouth.

Feeling the sight, he looked up at Chu Luye, but his voice was still as cold as ever:

"……What's wrong?"

Chu Luye opened his mouth, then remembered that he couldn't speak now, paused, could only shake his head, and then lowered his head back.

His thoughts are now in a mess.

Chuluye originally thought that his spells would have no effect on everyone in another world, so he could stay by their side without worrying that he would always know what they were thinking—especially negative thoughts.

But he had just heard Diluc's thoughts.

If it was a negative thought, he could still comfort himself, explaining that because he was in the opponent's world now, the spell would work on Diluc.

However, the thoughts he heard didn't contain any negative emotions, which had nothing to do with his technique at all.

...Has the experiment of the future Hatsukano family been able to do this?

Chu Luye thought of it in a complicated mood.

He never imagined that a technique that originated from negative emotions and was born from negative emotions could achieve this level.

I can only be thankful that he is only temporarily experiencing his own feelings in the future.

Chuluye thought so.

If his technique can also achieve this level, it will probably be difficult for him to face the people around him.

Compared with this frightening future, the information Diluque revealed in his heart is nothing.

Chuluye sighed inwardly.

It was nothing more than the fact that the future self had died for him in advance in their dreams, and he was already calm about this kind of thing.

As long as he doesn't feel embarrassed, social death has nothing to do with him.

As for the recovery mechanism of the energy bar, Chu Luye didn't care at all.

It's not that he has no guesses about this mechanism, but compared with all the problems he is facing now, whether it is his stuttering problem or the crazy ambition of Chuluye's family, they are already like a tiny speck of dust.

What worries Chu Luye the most is the problem of the overlapping realities of the two worlds that will occur; and the other is the upcoming parting in the future.

Yes, even if Mr. Zhongli didn't say it, Chu Luye could guess it.

There is no permanent banquet in this world.

If the purpose of everyone's arrival is to help him get out of that dark future, and this purpose is almost achieved now, then sooner or later they will leave Chuluye's world.

Sooner or later, he will face separation.

Chulu's ambitions are messy.

On the other side, "Chu Luye", who was pressed against the back of his neck with the spear point of Mandrill and Puyuan, tilted his head, twisted his neck as if he couldn't feel anything, and looked around at the people around him.

Because of his unscrupulous movements, Puyuan's sharp spear tip brushed against the exposed skin on the back of his neck.

A dazzlingly red drop of blood rolled onto the emerald green spear tip.

Mandrill had no choice but to withdraw He Puyuan as if his eyes had been stabbed by that drop of blood.

Then he immediately reacted to his conditioned reflex action, and the cold anger in Jin's eyes ignited even more vigorously.

"Evil heretics, leave quickly!"

"Chu Luye" turned his head slowly, still maintaining the compassionate smile that seemed to be engraved on his face, and glanced at Mandrill.

Like a god who couldn't understand or speak, "Chuluye" slowly turned his head back, sat upright and stared straight ahead.

It seems that he was born to listen to other people's voices, and whether it is positive or negative, he will accept it all.

Zhong Li looked at "Chu Lu Ye" who was sitting motionless and sighed.

"Chuluye" turned his head towards Zhongli as if attracted by this sigh.

This time, he stretched out his hand towards Zhongli.

Before the fingertips of "Chu Lu Ye" were about to touch his forehead, Zhong Li held that pale wrist.

"No."

This was the first time that Zhongli showed such a severe expression, and it was much stricter than when Chu Luye ate the demon god's resentment from Mandrill before.

If it was Chu Luye who was here at this time, seeing Zhongli so angry, although he might not understand what was wrong with him, he would definitely withdraw his hand with a guilty conscience, and then obediently bow his head and admit his mistake.

However, it is not Chuluno who is sitting here now, but another individual who can no longer even be called "Hatsushino Genkichi".

The "Idol" couldn't understand what the believer was saying, so the "Idol" just tilted his head with that unchanging compassionate smile.

Because Zhongli didn't use much force to grab his hand, the "Idol" easily twisted his wrist under Zhongli's grasp.

Then he changed his previous slow movement, and before Zhong Li let go of his hand, he quickly stretched his fingers towards the part of the other's wrist that was hidden in the sleeve and was not covered by the glove.

Zhongli let go of his hand very quickly, but he was caught off guard, and the finger of the "Idol" touched the piece of skin hidden in the sleeve.

His face darkened, and he immediately reached out to support the shoulder of the "Idol", and looked at the other's face with unconcealable anxiety in his eyes.

"Spit it out!"

He said in a deep voice.

The head of the "Idol" shook, and there was still a smile that didn't change a bit on his face, but a faint look of pain appeared in his dark and dull eyes.

With just that short moment of touch, the hair on the back of his head started to grow rapidly, and almost instantly, the length was already longer than the body used by Chuluye on the other side.

The long, wavy hair fell down and spread out on the sofa in layers, making the porcelain-white "god statue" in the middle more like a white porcelain doll enshrined in a shrine.

Mandrill's eyes widened in shock.

Wendy's expression became serious.

No one present does not know what this scene means, at most, the degree of understanding is different.

As the victor of the demon war that has survived thousands of years ago, one of the most powerful and oldest demon gods on Tivat, if negative emotions are to be used to measure, the remnants of the dead demon god and the living Morax must be cannot be compared.

But the "Idol", which only acts on instinct, tried to absorb the resentment from Morax.

Dadalia embraced the other shoulder of the "Idol" with heavy eyes, and waved Zhongli's arm away.

"let go."

Contrary to his tone, his movements gently let the "Idol" lean against his arms, and his movements could almost be called cautious.

Zhongli's movements froze for a moment, as if he had calmed down because of this interruption, his expression returned to calm.

It's just that there is still anxiety in his eyes that cannot be concealed.

"You don't know how to deal with it, let me do it."

He said solemnly.

"Ah."

Dadalia sneered, with unmistakable anger in his dull blue eyes.

"And then? Aren't you the one who caused all this?"

"Do I look so stupid for putting you next to him after you've proven yourself dangerous?"

Zhongli didn't care about Dadalia's ridicule, but he knew it would be unwise to quarrel with him at this time.

He took a deep breath and mobilized the power of the rock element.

Dadalia flashed back extremely quickly, and at the same time, he did not forget to bring the "Idol" that had no response to the outside world.

But how could Zhongli let him take the "God Statue" away so easily.

The rock element he mobilized was divided into two parts, one part rushed to the flaw in Dadalia's body, and the other part rushed to Dadalia's arm holding the "Idol".

Dadalia avoided it, his arm was hit by the rock element, and as soon as he loosened his hand, the "Idol" was immediately picked up by the rock creature.

The anger in his eyes suddenly shot up.

"Who do you think you are, you can decide what he looks like at will, and let everything here go according to your will!"

Zhongli's movements paused for a moment, but he didn't answer.

Diluc came across from the other side of the living room with a restrained look in his eyes.

He shook his head at Dadalia, looked back at Zhongli, and said in a low and calm voice:

"He is indeed the best person to deal with this, leave quickly, leave this place to him, and let him solve the problem as soon as possible."