I am the Love Tribulation of the Merciless Daoist Immortal (Part 2) "Lan Lan Ke...
I looked into the eyes of the Immortal Lord. He was looking at me with sparkling eyes, as if he was very close to me.
The researcher whispered, "President, he has lost his memory and his current mental state is probably that of a three or four year old."
I looked at him with a weird look on my face.
Children naturally admire the strong. Is it because he made this expression that he was convinced by what I said?
Or maybe I accidentally awakened the supernatural power, "the spirit of kingship"?
Should he tremble in fear and bow down in worship next?
I looked down at the Immortal Lord. From this angle, I could easily see a large area of spring scenery through the gaps in his torn robes, which was quite immoral.
I said to him, "I'll give you clothes, you put them on, don't tear them off, don't run around naked, do you understand?"
He pursed his lips, pulled his robe tighter around him, and nodded.
He had a cold and emotionless look, and it was very incongruous to see him showing such a childish expression at this moment.
The researcher brought the second set of clothes and I threw them into the cage.
This suit is identical to the previous one.
When the Immortal Lord saw it, he revealed an expression of vigilance and anger. The look he gave me contained not only anger but also a look of aggrieved disbelief.
Strangely, he seemed to be very repulsive to the clothes offered to him.
This outfit was of a very common style. The top was a plain white short-sleeved T-shirt, and the bottom was soft black trousers. It was as basic as an NPC in the initial state of the game.
What is he excited about?
Seeing his eyes turn red and he was about to tear up another set of clothes, I stopped him and said, "You don't like this set of clothes? Which one do you like?"
He stopped and looked at me with red eyes, "Lanlan doesn't wear such shameless clothes."
No shame?
How shameless is this outfit?
I frowned and looked at the clothes thrown in the corner, and an idea suddenly occurred to me, "You don't like wearing short sleeves?"
He pursed his lips and nodded in humiliation.
I waved my hand, "Go get him a set of long sleeves and long pants."
In the ancient times of this world, secular disciplines put layers of shackles on women, and dressing was one of them. When the constraints were the heaviest, even in the hot summer, women could not expose even a little bit of their bodies. Exposing their entire forearms was of course against discipline.
But the immortal before them was a man, and the researchers did not take this into consideration.
In order to prevent this powerful Immortal from going berserk, I explained to him, "This world is different from your original world. The clothes I gave you before are common in this world. They are not shameless clothes."
He retorted, "Lan Lan knows that this is a foreign world, and it's understandable that the customs are different, but you all wear long sleeves and long pants, why do you want me to wear such thin clothes that expose half of my arms?"
The researchers looked at each other.
This is of course because lab coats are required during work.
After explaining the misunderstanding clearly, the Immortal Venerable finally got to change into long-sleeved shirts and long pants as he wished.
He stood in the cage, feeling a little uncomfortable because his clothes were too thin, but he quickly adapted. After all, he was a child, and light and breathable clothes were always more comfortable than complicated robes.
Curiously and cautiously, he stretched out in the cage and observed his new clothes.
His current condition is much better than expected. He can communicate and does not have a particularly strong desire to destroy.
However, his current state is also a time bomb. No one can be sure whether he will become angry and start a killing spree after he recovers his memory and thinks of what he did when he was three years old.
We must speed up the process and develop weapons that can restrain his power.
Now that I've seen his condition, I have no plans to continue waiting here. I heard from my father's doctor friend that my mother will be awake in the next few days. I want to go back to take care of her. I'm not sure if my father will do something crazy because of her coma.
After all, my father was the one who would call his doctor friend and the entire family doctor team at three in the morning just because my mother had menstrual pain.
I once suspected that my doctor friend's early baldness was closely related to his father's behavior.
So I asked him about this question.
In response, my doctor friend said: So be bald, he gave you too much.
In this wave of awakening of super powers, the super power awakened by my father's doctor friend is "detecting vitality". The so-called vitality is more like a kind of energy fluctuation. The amplitude and frequency of the fluctuation are related to the state of the vitality owner.
According to him, his mother's life force fluctuations are getting stronger and stronger, and she will wake up in the next few days.
This was like an injection of sedative for my father, allowing him to remain calm.
But to be on the safe side, I still plan to return to my mother as soon as possible.
I gestured to the director of the institute and prepared to leave, but the Immortal Lord behind me let out a cry of pain. I turned around and saw that he had seen me turn around and subconsciously took a step forward. When he tried to grab the bars of the cage with both hands, he was electrocuted by the electric net.
But even though he had just been shocked, he still looked in my direction, "Are you going to leave?"
"Um."
He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "Then, can you take Lanlan with you?"
"You don't like it here?"
He just said, "I want to follow you. I want to be with you."
He looked around with alertness, yet a hint of fear.
After all, he is only three years old. Chad came to a completely unfamiliar place and met me, the first person who made him let down his guard. I am afraid he developed a fledgling mentality towards me.
The captain's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he gestured to me. We walked to a distance, and he said, "President, the situation doesn't seem as bad as you thought. He is very attached to you now. Maybe you can keep in touch with him and gain his trust."
"So, if we encounter the worst-case scenario—when he regains his memory and power and tries to start a war, perhaps we can leave some room for him because of this trust and reliance."
This plot sounds familiar.
Next, will we develop feelings for each other as we get along, and when his memory is restored, will we show mercy to this world because of this affection?
HE ending is that he stays in this world and we live happily together.
However, since I already have an assistant, the Immortal Lord's affection is doomed to fail, and the ending is doomed to be BE.
If he takes the affectionate approach, he will protect you silently and wait for you until old age.
If he takes the paranoid approach, it will be robbery and abuse.
However, all of the above plots are based on one thing, that this immortal is a normal person whose behavioral logic is predictable.
Unfortunately, the Immortal Lord has exceeded our definition of a normal person.
Because he is a famous swordsman who regards his natal sword as his lifelong partner.
He is also a swordsman who practices the ruthless sword art.
When he regains his memory and discovers this trace of affection, he will probably cut off his feelings and pursue the truth.
Then, I will be the one to be beheaded.
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