Gong Mingjing: "Yes, this is the Yan Wushu that Wen Yicheng thinks, or in other words, it is the Yan Wushu that his subconscious wants."

"This illusion is bred by his inner desire, and everything develops according to the direction of his subconscious desire, and his ability can shape Yan Wushu's consciousness independently driven by his desire, making it more difficult for Yan Wushu to escape."

Speaking of this, Gong Mingjing in the video showed a little confusion, seemed to be very incomprehensible, and said to himself: "...he seems to rather have a Yan Wushu who treats him badly." Even if he sincerely thinks that Yan Wushu isSuch a vicious little villain who loves to seduce others, he can obviously create a more suitable Yan Wushu through illusions and supernatural powers.

He chose a bad Xiaoshu who only belonged to Wen Yicheng.Even if this arrogant and wicked young master only relies on him because of fear, he has to be tied tightly to him.

From a rational point of view, the arrogant young master Yan Wushu may not be easier to control than the weak but kind Yan Wushu.

"Is it unwilling or can't..." Gong Mingjing lowered his eyes in thought.

Yu Chenggui didn't hear the soliloquy behind him, and said in a serious tone, "Then what's going on now?" He looked at Yan Wushu, who was still asleep.

"He is resisting the projection of consciousness implanted by the other party, and his consciousness is in chaos, so he falls asleep." What he didn't say is that Yan Wushu is not such a strong and brave person, he is soft and weak, facing those terrible monstersCurled up into a ball and sleeping in fear of the invasion of consciousness may be his way of self-protection.

Yu Chenggui thought of a result, and his face turned ugly.

Gong Mingjing expressed his guess: "If he has not realized it, maybe his self-awareness will always be quietly hidden under the current personality, but now that he is aware of it, he must decide the winner.The fish will die and the net will be broken." The weak Yan Wushu may disappear.

Almost instantly, Yu Chenggui used his authority to try to contact Yan Wushu to wake him up, but the message he sent did not receive any response.

In the pure white space they couldn't see, Yan Wushu's eyelashes, which were tightly wound by the red thread and almost suffocated, frowned in pain at Yu Chenggui's somewhat familiar call, and did not wake up.

"You should have a way to reach him directly. Even in the illusion, it is not difficult to wake him up. All things related to his past memories can wake up his self, including you. Just remember to keep your mind clear."

It only took a few seconds for the two of them to make a decision. According to the predetermined plan, Yu Chenggui entered the practice field to rescue, and gave Gong Mingjing the authority to enter the backstage of the practice field, which is the secret room.

The young master who couldn't wake up caused Wen Yicheng to fall into an inexplicable panic. After looking at the young master's sleeping face for a long time with light green eyes, he turned and went downstairs as if to escape this inexplicable fear.

The old housekeeper who was supposed to be cooking did not appear in the kitchen, and Wen Yicheng did not notice this little abnormality.

He absent-mindedly took out the ingredients and chopped vegetables, and the kitchen knife made regular sounds on the chopping board.

The sound stopped, as if feeling something, Wen Yicheng stopped, suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the distance through the window - under the shadow of the tree, beside the taciturn old housekeeper stood a few people whose faces could not be seen clearly, they seemed to beWhat to discuss.

Wen Yicheng could recognize one of them as Wen Jingcheng just by his body shape, and as for the others, he didn't need to think about it to know that he had invited him to help.

The Yan family can't stay for long.Wen Yicheng stopped his hands expressionlessly, and returned to the room without hesitation.

Yan Wushu was still sleeping on the bed.

The eyes staring at the young man struggled.

Opening the curtains and looking outside, those people were about to come in, his light green pupils darkened, Wen Yicheng turned expressionlessly and picked up the sleeping Yan Wushu, and broke through the window surrounded by the least number of people.

The sound of broken windows attracted attention, and a chaotic chase started instantly.

After passing through countless buildings and crowds, before he had time to calm down and kicked open the door, Wen Yicheng gently placed the young master on the narrow bed, blood dripped from his chin, he wiped it off nonchalantly,Instead, he couldn't wait to look at the young master, his light green eyes stuck to his face, as if he was thinking about how to wake him up.

The room is dark and small, with the weak light, you can see the peeled and mottled surface of the wall, and there are gaudy posters on it to try to cover it up. Because the location is in the shade, there is always a musty smell in the air. How do you look at it?It didn't seem like an environment that the young master could tolerate.

This is where Wen Yicheng lived every night for the past few years.

The dusty hand subconsciously wanted to touch the young master's cheek. After seeing the dust on it, he subconsciously retracted it. After wiping it clean, he pinched the young master's fat cheek and shook it lightly.

"Why don't you wake up? You don't want to see me anymore? I'm tired of it so soon."

Yan Wushu still didn't move, Wen Yicheng just stared at him, as if he missed a glance.He suddenly stretched out ten fingers to stroke the boy's arm, as if he was playing the piano, and there was an invisible smile in his light green eyes.

"My brother said that I have a talent for playing the piano, and I am also very sensitive to design aesthetics. Maybe I can go a long way on the road of artistic creation in the future. At that time, I thought these were meaningless. I was crazy when they were all gone.I also want to have these abilities, and maybe I can leave something through them, which is better than leaving nothing but a few memories.”

"He is a complete idiot. He was easily deceived into having nothing. In fact, there was already a clue, but he chose to continue to believe it. But he is not the only one. Our whole family is idiots, hopeless idiots except me."

If it wasn't for this, during those years of wandering, he would have been tricked into losing his life by those "good-hearted people" who called for redemption but actually sought the residual value of him, and became one of the many nameless abandoned corpses.

"Belief in the goodness of others is tantamount to praying for love and mercy from the devil. If you are in a good mood, the high-ranking devil may give alms or two, and if you are in a bad mood, you will send poor believers to hell."

"At the end of the day, it's nothing more than entrusting fate to the existence of illusory existence, which is beyond stupid."

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