Chapter 406: Lanqi wants to teach you how to love
Selena maintained her expression.
Today she still doesn't believe it. As the chief illusionist of the Protoss Empire and a professional psychological researcher in the empire, she cannot cure this potential mental illness.
In the room, next to the terrace.
"Master, don't you have anything else you want to do today? About yourself."
Selena once again stood not far from Lanci and asked with a smile.
Judging from the current state of mind of this young man, it seems that he will not be obsessed with his past self, nor will he be anxious about his future self. He will not be disturbed by current events and will not cling to other people's opinions. He believes that all beings are equal, and he has understood life and death and found the meaning of life.
But are there really people with this kind of mentality in this world?
If there really is one, then it is already evil enough to make people feel terrified! There is obviously no such freak in the Protoss Empire, otherwise I would not have heard of his name.
Selena suppressed her twisted smile. She was very sure that she could find a flaw in this young man.
The delicious food that you have got must not be let slip away. Although the process is hard, if you can completely uncover his true inner self and see his saddest past, you will definitely gain unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction.
“I’m already doing what I want to do.”
The boy replied calmly.
"No... No, Master, you may have misunderstood what I meant."
Selena thought quickly about what this guy was avoiding and what memories he was hiding. "I mean, if you could have your wish come true, would you just want to spend a day here quietly?"
She finally adjusted her words again and asked.
The boy seemed to have thought of something and hesitated.
Selena's heart began to surge with joy and anticipation, and she tried hard to keep the corners of her mouth from trembling.
Found it.
She would soon be able to see the ugliest and bloody appearance beneath this bright and beautiful appearance.
However.
Faced with this almost direct question.
"It is precisely because I have achieved what I wanted that I can spend a quiet day here."
The boy's voice was gentle and magnetic, and every word sounded like a carefully chosen melody, inexplicably touching Selena's heartstrings.
"And you?"
He turned his head, his green eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.
As he stared at Selena, Selena felt her thoughts being gently drawn.
"I?"
Selena spoke in shock.
She had never seen such a look before, it was like someone wanted to share something with her.
But she had never actually received anything like this in her life.
The boy nodded.
"I also want you to be happy. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
He added with assurance.
Selena was a little confused and didn't know how to answer this question.
Why in this world of gentleness does one still want to be gentle to others? His mind depicts an ideal country without pain and conflict.
Could it be that this world was not created to compensate for his inner trauma, but is instead an ideal world that he wants to realize but knows is impossible to achieve?
Selena felt an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility, as if this world really was an ideal safe haven.
It made her feel dangerous instinctively.
wrong.
As the conversation with the boy deepened, Selena felt more and more that her thoughts were revolving around the boy's will.
I felt like I was being led by the nose by him. I was the one in charge, but my emotions were constantly being aroused by him.
Just now, I was almost fooled by him.
There was nothing in this world that she couldn't understand.
This is also the reason why she can remain firm, ruthless and resolute in her heart and not indulge herself in this fallen land of gentleness.
"It is my happiness and duty to help the young master. You don't need to worry about me."
Selena tried hard to maintain the gentleness that she didn't have in real life, pretending to be a docile, kind and professional maid.
Now we still have to direct the topic back to the other party and not be led astray by him. We have to start over and have another round of conversation with him.
The young man heard this.
Finally he put down his paintbrush and looked at her carefully.
"That won't do. How can it be that everyone in the world is happy but you are the only one who is unhappy?"
"……?"
After hearing this, Selena froze in place.
...She is unhappy? "What are you talking about?"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Selena forced a small smile and asked politely.
"A person who is happy himself will not dwell too much on whether others are happy or not, so I am concerned about you now."
The boy replied.
It was a genuine compassion, as if it was not directed at her, but at anyone who appeared in this world, and he cared so much about them.
"No, I am very happy."
Selena clutched the tray tightly. She didn't understand what this look meant, or perhaps she couldn't accept this piercing gaze that made her feel like her skin was about to fade away.
Constantly seeing other people's misfortunes on the fourth floor below ground in the prison brings her endless joy. How can she not be happy?
"I have already lived a full life, so why should I feel any pity?"
The boy's voice echoed in her ears, and could not be dispelled.
"Since you are moved by my words, it means that you need my help and are eager to continue talking with me to understand the life that you yourself cannot figure out."
His words seemed to have a kind of magic that could make people forget their original purpose and self, and make their hearts turbulent.
She really enjoyed seeing other people's misfortunes because of her own misfortunes.
But it was the first time that she realized that in this perfect world, she was like a clown and the only unfortunate person in the world.
Could it be that in the real world, in this person's eyes, I am really just a poor wretch who needs help? "You are a fucking psychopath! Go to hell! I don't want your pity!"
Selena clenched her fists in frustration, leaned forward and screamed.
How can there be such a saint, who has no inner wounds or deep desires, and whose only wish is for others to be happy? Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, too disgusting!! How can there be such a person? !
Why is there such a person? Selena suddenly came to her senses and froze. Her words would make the other person realize that this was a dream.
But why hasn't the dream collapsed yet? "..."
The boy heard her words, but was not surprised at all. He just continued to sit in front of the canvas, and his paintbrush did not stop moving slowly.
"Sure enough... this is a dream world."
The young man turned his back to her and muttered to himself, with a serene smile still on his face, "I said that this world is full of loopholes. It turns out that a perfect world does not exist and cannot be built. It is also a dream that I am destined to never realize... I wanted to play with it a little longer to see where its limits are."
After saying this, he completed the last stroke and stretched in front of the drawing board, as if he was ready to return to reality.
"What on earth are you?"
Selena didn't have time to care about the mess of emotions he had made in her heart. She finally confirmed that there was something very wrong with this guy in front of her! From the beginning, this guy might have been playing with her, or even playing with this [Fallen Gentle Country].
As a seventh-level illusionist, she knew how great this demon magic was. It could be said to be one of the pinnacles of illusion magic.
The demons who can quickly break free from the land of falling gentleness when they first come into contact with it must be psychologically abnormal freaks, far beyond the limits of human reason and even demon logic.
And this guy——
The negative fourth floor is the trial of the great demon clan. Why is it you who is testing it?
I didn't get much sleep after writing four chapters yesterday. I'll make up for it today and continue writing tomorrow. I feel like I'm going to die (End of this chapter)