Chapter 156, Return, Forbidden, Heroes and Heroes' Dreams 01

"It hurts.. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...."

After returning to consciousness, Yi Duyan couldn't help but let out a painful sound in the face of the pain that hit his body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe huge pain made Yi Duyan feel that someone had dug a big hole in his abdomen, and that pain had reached the point where Yi Duyan wanted to scold.

What kind of plot development is this, it's just the first time we met, and I actually did such a thing.

Yes, isn't there a big hole in his body! In addition to the pain, Yi Duyan still couldn't hold back his chaotic thoughts, and thought of self-deprecation.

As this half-asleep and half-awake state continued, Yi Duyan suddenly felt that this should be the longest afternoon in his life for more than ten years. Even the previous endless reincarnation didn't make Yi Duyan feel so long, maybe because he had forgotten, or because he didn't leave a memory. Regarding the experience of reincarnation, there is only a trace of indelible sadness that lingers in my heart. Although I occasionally recall a few unforgettable fragments, what is forgotten is forgotten after all, and even if I look back, I can't touch the virtual things.

It's like a clear blue sky that is always suspended overhead, and it can only be seen from afar, even though it seems to be only arm's length away.

Because lying on the sofa facing the window, although it was very difficult, Yi Duyan still saw the scenery outside the window. Yi Duyan vaguely remembered that when he came to this castle, it was just close to dusk. But judging by the moon hanging high outside the window, the world has also entered a long dark night. Even if he was anxiously searching the space he could see, there was no living creature in the empty room, except for a young goddess sitting beside him who could not see any expression.

couldn't help but think of Yi Duyan like this, this idea made Yi Duyan even more anxious.

Unconsciously, Yi Duyan continued to think.

But

Yi Duyan knows,

Clearly,

I am jealous, I am disgusted.

But soon, Yi Duyan realized that he was not a person who was easily anxious, and the reason why he became like this was because of some kind of dark feelings.

That kind of dark feeling is like poison for anyone, constantly spreading, and only one chance will erode gentleness and kindness.

From the time he stepped on land again to now coming back from that place, Yi Duyan felt as if ten years had passed. That long time made Yi Duyan sink into the abyss of loneliness.

Just as Yi Duyan was thinking wildly, a warm current gushed out of Yi Duyan's chest, flowing along the blood, and silently began to recover his injured body. That warm current was a souvenir that Yi Duyan brought back from that place, which could contain the trauma of Yi Duyan's soul and relieve the pain.

As I felt the pain that had finally begun to ease, I struggled to sit up from the sofa in the room with my elbows as support. Looking around, it was still the gorgeous messy medieval living room, but it was so strange to Yi Duyan at this moment. The huge chandelier is constantly sprinkling soft white light, and there is very little furniture in the living room, except for the leather sofa arranged in a concave shape, only a coffee table is placed alone.

It is precisely this arrangement that makes the window facing the main door and several other doors look huge and monotonous.

Struggling to get up, Yi Duyan staggered around the room, wanting to take a cold shower. Then, in the process, try to sort out the current chaotic thoughts in your mind as much as possible. Yi Duyan is not very smart, Yi Duyan himself understands this, and even a little stupid in some places, but only in terms of receptivity, Yi Duyan feels that he is still very confident.

Therefore, sorting out his thoughts by himself like this is what Yi Duyan does most often.

"A reception hall worthy of a nobleman, is such a labyrinth-like room designed to torture a wounded like me?" Yi Duyan muttered to himself with a headache after opening four or five connected doors.

"The bathroom is over there, easy. Pulling the corner of Rayi Duyan's clothes, Di Ting pointed to a certain door and said softly.

"Ah, thank you... Emperor. ”

"Sure enough, at this time, it feels good to have a reliable companion...."Apologetically touching Di Ting's head, Yi Duyan suddenly felt that his body had recovered a little, walked quickly to the door of the bathroom, and pushed the door in without thinking.

"Sure enough, humans are delicate animals. This is..... "Although it is because of the contract, I can appear in the low-level material interface with the existence of an entity. Because of this, Di Ting finally felt what he had been unable to understand as a god with the power of "omniscience".

"Although for the time being, freedom, and a part of the ability to come at the price. However, if it is easy to get, I will definitely understand. What is the feeling?" Touching the residual temperature that was a little cold on his head, but could still be called body temperature, the eyes of the young goddess revealed something called confusion.

In the bathroom, after groping for a while, Yi Duyan, who adjusted the water temperature, seemed to be practicing. With his eyes closed and his mouth open, he received the thrashing of the water stream motionlessly.

The war that I had to participate in even though I was a high school student, the separation of my peers, the renewal of my knowledge and worldview, the intervention of the gods, and the truth of the world that I heard in "that place". These so-called realities, facts, are colder than the biting ice water that slid over his body, and they are constantly seeping into Yi Weiyan's bones, depriving Yi Weiyan of his body temperature. Even, with the constant pain that had not yet been suppressed by the warm current, Yi Duyan almost thought that his heart was about to stop with the coldness.

However, this state of affairs did not last long.

.....

Too bad!

It's so bad, I'm afraid it doesn't get any worse than that.

It's not a word to describe my mood at the moment, if I could, I hope it's a curse, or a curse. If such words can stop Livia's crazy thoughts, even if I repeat them ten thousand times, it will be fine.

I had just taken refuge from the battlefield-like banquet hall to protect the two princesses of Hohenheim, and these words kept churning in my head.

"Miss Livia, that's too dangerous, I don't agree. I screamed. In order to highlight my worries, I stopped in front of them, my hands waved involuntarily, and my tail even stood up like fried hair. It's just that, compared to my worries, Livia and Angela were still excitedly pulling the girl that Alice had brought, and kept asking about the boy.

"Woo-hoo, Ike, I've said that a long time ago. Don't keep putting that big lady's suffix at the end, you're my boyfriend. Ike!"

You've thought about me too—just that I'm almost going to say that. Every time, every time..... The person who worries the most is me, the person who worries me the most, and I am the one who is responsible for solving the problem after the accident. In order to capture her heart, to be able to stay by her side, just to sweep away the daily farce, I have done everything I can. I'm not an all-powerful god, and even I have a limit to my abilities.

If I could, I would really like to grab the shoulders of this eldest lady who is a year younger than me, stare at her, press her tightly, and confide in her heart. Tell this arrogant, noble, and fragile lady the so-called sincerity. However, before he could think clearly about what to say, the words ran out on their own with irrepressible impulses.

"That man is too dangerous, I won't allow you to approach him. ”

Ahh Although I was mentally prepared for the roar of the wind. And then wait for Livia, as usual, rebellious, rebellious, rebellious. As if to overturn everything that weighed on her head. However, Livia didn't do this, just calmed Angela, who was a little frightened by my out-of-control roar, then apologized to the girl Alice had brought, and finally took my hand and walked deeper into the hallway without saying a word.

Even Alice stared at me with a look on her face that she had seen something strange. This little girl, is it so strange to see her brother angry? yes, yes. I'm angry!

I know that the safety of the eldest lady of the Hohenheim family is not my turn to worry about it. Whether I want to be a knight or keep them safe, it's just a way for me to make my existence more meaningful. Livia never asked me to do this, I did it all without permission. As the eldest lady of the Hohenheim family, how could she need the protection of a wild species of the Squire clan.

Thinking of this, the process of being dragged forward without saying a word becomes as if it were some kind of punishment, which is both long and cruel.

I've known Hohenheim Livia for a long time. Ever since I was conscious, I seemed to have been by her side. In this cruel society, the relationship between the two of us is a bit like the relationship between childhood sweethearts that only exists in ancient texts. At first, in the face of a unilateral self-willed, proud lady, I didn't have any feelings that could be related to the word liking. It's just the level of knowing each other.

It's just that in the past ten years, when I recognized the "strong" living girl, I was unconsciously addicted to it. It's just that although the relationship between lovers has been determined by each other. However, if you ask me whether I am happy or not, I am afraid that I still can't answer it. I was indeed obsessed with the strength of this girl, her confidence, and her sparkling pride. But because of this, whenever I am with this girl, a sense of inferiority that I have never felt before always inadvertently envelops me.

Livia is an aristocratic princess, unlike a free-range wild species like me. Since I was a child, I have been in contact with celebrities, government officials, and the descendants of ancient powers. From my point of view, it is undoubtedly the so-called "social circle" of high society. Whenever Livia told me an interesting story from a certain banquet, my heart ached. It was a complex pain of jealousy, disgust, low self-esteem, possessiveness, and those dark feelings.