Chapter 469 Regret
Ji Changqing took a deep breath and steeled himself to increase the intensity of his mental output. He stared intently at He Rui's expression, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. "How about this time? How do you feel?"
He Rui frowned in confusion and felt it for a while, then shook his head helplessly: "...I still don't feel anything."
I kept trying and adjusting the strength for several hours.
He Ruicai finally felt the mental attack from his brother Ji.
But compared with the fierce attacks of the psychics he had encountered before, this man's cautious attack was as gentle as kindergarten-level playing house.
But at least it's a start...
He Rui rubbed his slightly swollen temples, "At least I can feel it a little bit..."
Ji Changqing's brows were tightly knitted together. He reached out and touched He Rui's forehead, gently massaging it with his fingertips. "Does it hurt? Are you dizzy?"
He Rui couldn't help but be impressed by how cautious his brother Ji was.
He enjoyed the other person's caring head massage and chuckled, "It doesn't hurt or feel dizzy. I feel like at this level, I probably need to go up nine gears to have the strength of a normal mental attack. Come on!"
If one really wants to develop resistance, one must reach the intensity of an attack by a normal psychic or even stronger.
At least it should be a splitting headache, right? He Rui thought.
He looked at the frowning and concerned look on the handsome man's face, and his heart suddenly softened. He realized belatedly that perhaps the favor he asked Brother Ji to do was a bit unreasonable.
Although the other party had been quite strong when he had spanked him, under normal circumstances, like now, the fingers massaging his solar plexus were so indescribably gentle that the word "care" popped up in his mind unconsciously.
Brother Ji cares about him too much and is reluctant to take any harsh measures.
Thinking of this, He Rui couldn't help but lower his eyes, his cheeks slightly hot.
Put yourself in their shoes. If the other party asked him to use a knife to cut the other person's hand to practice his healing ability, he would definitely not be able to bear to do it. His reaction would be the same as Brother Ji's.
......
Ji Changqing observed the situation in the small world.
The refugees adapted well and their lives here were in order, almost returning to the social state before the disaster.
Perhaps because the previous deterrent worked, he did not discover any criminal activities.
And because of sufficient supplies, the three shelters that originally refused to accept refugees have now begun to proactively send vehicles and helicopters to search for survivors and bring them back for resettlement.
The atmosphere in the small world is unexpectedly harmonious and beautiful.
These people who have experienced the cruel baptism of the end of the world have demonstrated amazing resilience.
The way people interact with each other is like turning back the clock to the days before the apocalypse. No longer are people wary and cautious of strangers when they meet outside after the disaster; no longer are they fighting openly or secretly for scarce food and water, calculating against each other and harboring murderous intentions.
Instead, they felt a mutual appreciation and understanding after having experienced life and death together.
Ji Changqing frowned as he watched all this, his cold, deep eyes filled with complex emotions, his slender fingers clenched tightly. No one knew what the creator of this small world was thinking at this moment.
"What's wrong?" He Rui, who was sitting next to him, immediately noticed that the man was in a bad mood. He immediately moved closer and put his arms around Ji Changqing's waist, his eyes filled with undisguised concern. "What's wrong? What's going on?"
The clear voice instantly dispelled the complexity and faint sorrow in Ji Changqing's heart. He reached out and hugged her back, pressing his face gently against He Rui's forehead.
Once upon a time, being able to eat and wear warm clothes was the life he dreamed of...
"The nearly 100,000 people within the domain have surprisingly recovered well. They're not as scheming and deceitful as I imagined..." Ji Changqing said softly, "I originally thought that dirty thoughts were dirty, but I didn't expect them to be able to coexist peacefully like that..."
He Rui understood, "You have given me such a good environment.
The small world is much better now than the outside world. The disaster outside has not ended yet and there is still famine, but you have food and drink in there, it is like a paradise for post-disaster reconstruction.
Plus, you intimidated them last time.
Who dares to make trouble? They have to pretend to be getting along peacefully for you to see.
Human nature is very complicated... Sometimes I even have some very perverted thoughts in my imagination...
Under certain circumstances, a person can turn evil in a split second. Of course, there are those who are born perverted, but the vast majority will restrain themselves under the constraints of the law. And in your own little world, you are the law.
As long as your deterrent power is there, they won't dare to act rashly."
Ji Changqing listened to his words and was distracted for a moment. His thoughts quickly returned to normal. He cast his gaze on the pretty face of the person in his arms, a hint of a smile flashing across his stern brows. "Oh? What perverted idea do you have?"
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