Chapter 177, √FATE=Destined+slip!

Reading the message magic array that was refined in demonic language, Yi Duyan suddenly felt stupid. Obviously, it was a multiple magic array that he had deciphered after exhausting the knowledge of the 100,000 magic books he had learned. But it didn't bring me the slightest sense of accomplishment.

What's even more strange is that there is no feeling of loss in my heart.

It's a, even stranger!

Thinking of this, Yi Duyan couldn't help but think carefully about what the emotions that filled his heart if he really wanted to express his mood at the moment. The heart becomes like a clot, without any fluctuations. The nerves all over the body seem to be offline, and they are so calm that they make people feel abnormal.

I'm afraid this is because the emotions that occupy most of Yi Duyan's heart are only wooden.

Although Yi Duyan really wanted to learn from the characters in the comics, he pointed at the Livia who pretended not to know anything and shouted loudly.

Even if you think about it, you know that this is impossible for him to do. He's just a high school writer. In other words, whether it is in other countries or in this world, he is just an ordinary person with no special features. Stripped of the name of writer, which he used to flaunt himself, he was just a little ghost in the final analysis.

What's more, in this room full of the joy of "reunion", it is simply not appropriate to say such an inappropriate thing at this moment. Yi Duyan doesn't think of himself as the kind of KY with a "straight ball fetish".

The joy of reunion, the joy of recognition, the joy of being lost and regained.

Huge feelings are intertwined in a small space, fermenting, expanding, exploding!

So, the kind of words that are not suitable for this kind of place, you can't spit it out from the bottom of your heart...

Yi Weiyan, who clearly understood this, naturally chose to remain silent. As a result, Yi Duyan himself fell silent.

Yi Duyan, who sighed like this in his heart, shook his head and sneered at himself like a self-deprecating one.

So, is the incident finally all resolved?

I don't know when it started. Finally, has it come to an end?

Livia's story;

Angela's story;

Alice's story;

Ike's story;

Lena's story;

The story of Summer.

These people, these things, are as intricately intertwined as if they were threads.

Why is it that at this time, at this point in time, everything is mixed together? Until this time yesterday, he and his friends were still eulogizing their youth over and over again, driving a submarine in the form of a dragon and fighting with their former partners.

In just one day, everything became so unusual.

No matter how you think about it, all of this is a coincidence, and it is simply arranged by someone.

So it's annoying. This kind of irresistible and unreasonable reality. makes Yi Duyan feel as if he is a character living in a book, and he is forcibly stuffed into this encounter full of drama and story, and he can't break free.

But even if it's a novel. All this, if explained simply by fate, still seems too thin and weak.

I'm afraid there really is a hand behind my back that arranges all this. And that must be an existence that I can't resist no matter how much I hate it.

If all this is a script written by someone else, I really hope that my ending can be better. After all, I just broke the hero mode a few hours ago.

Staring at the young goddess who was still wiping her tears on her lap, Yi Duyan's thinking at the moment ran far away inexplicably.

In fact, after Yi Duyan "interpreted" this magic array, the doubts that had been lingering in his heart before became even stronger.

Is the truth you are telling is really the truth itself?

Similar to the detective's self-question in a detective novel, Yi Duyan also asked himself like this.

It's just that self-questions must have self-answers, which is the principle that Yi Weiyan has always adhered to. Isn't a self-question without an answer a simple question?

Therefore, Yi Weiyan's answer to himself is - no.

What he narrates is by no means the truth itself, and only this is what Yi Duyan can assert.

Obviously, as long as there is a little bit and a little clue, Yi Duyan feels that he can completely interpret the truth behind this farce.

However, with the successful manifestation of Lena's soul, and the twin brothers and sisters of Alice and Ike. The three sisters and brothers who formed the stupid trio still cried together without any image. This touching scene of reconciliation can be regarded as the best portrayal of the successful completion of the work of "cutting off the attachment of the living to the dead".

Therefore, is it really necessary for you to pursue the so-called truth?

Whatever that magic circle really meant. It also doesn't matter if it hides Livia's true purpose or not. Are those, really that important?

No, after all, I'm not a detective, I'm just a simple high school writer. As a writer, is it necessary for me to be like a detective, and continue to pursue the truth that may not exist on the basis of this HAPPY END?

Or is the doubt that controls my subconscious is trying to prove to myself that this beautiful scene that looks like HE is actually the BE that I don't want to see the most?

The room fell silent again, and Yi Duyan had no choice but to pretend to be a detective, trying to see through everyone in the room with eyes that had no power at all.

Not far in front of them, the crying stupid trio is still immersed in the joy of reunion, and there is a feeling that they will never give up until they turn the words that have been held in their hearts for so many years into tears. In other words, it turns out that the ghost can cry like a flower cat.

Although this scene was caused by himself. But Yi Duyan still thinks: "If they could be more frank with each other, these things might not have happened." ”

Then, Yi Duyan naturally thought that being able to say such childish words was enough to prove that he was just a little ghost who hadn't grown up.

After all, this is the sad thing about being a human being, and it's hard to be frank with someone other than yourself.

No matter who you are, there are things you don't want to be known.

No matter who you are, there are things that can't be known.

No matter how close a person is, one day, at some point, it will become extremely strange. That's selfishness, that's human beings.

Yi Duyan turned his head to look at Youxia, who still maintained an indifferent smile, holding his arm and leaning lightly beside him to close his eyes and rest. It's because I've been liberated from all kinds of events with great difficulty, and I'm finally able to take a moment of rest.

Even if I can only apologize silently from the bottom of my heart. Yi Duyan still chose to half-hold the young goddess lying on his lap, and slowly straightened up.

As an ordinary high school student, Yi Weiyan's height is only about 175cm, which is the average height in any class. And for the nearly 170cm Yuxia. Even if she straightens her waist, it's just a little more comfortable for her to lean.

In the future, you must find a 185-year-old stinky boy as a boyfriend. I don't know if it's because it's exactly the same as Lin Yi, Yi Duyan will always be swayed by the residual memories from before, and this kind of strange thought will come to mind.

However, just a simple action of turning his head and standing up, Yi Duyan was still swept into his body by an elegant fragrance. It's a refreshing aroma, and the source is naturally the girl around me.

Naturally, Yi Duyan showed a smile that only he understood.

"Easy, shy?"

"No, I just feel like the grouping is finally normal. ”

The sofa on the left is gone. On the opposite couch, the angel leaned on Livia, looking at the back of the stupid trio with blessed eyes, clasping his hands together as if in prayer. Livia also looked like she had put down something, silently looking at the three fools hugging each other, but her eyes were far away, as if she was thinking about something.

But in Yi Duyan's opinion, Livia's voice at this moment is so clear. "That's fine. Probably she was silently reciting these words.

For only at this moment, there was no knight in the house who always stood behind her, no ghost that no one could see, and no young daughter who hated her brother. There's no more.,Only unrequited love sister.。

Only at this moment, what is in the house are the two sisters of the Hornheim family, the three sisters and brothers of the Squire family, and the two "brothers and sisters" of the Yi family.

Even though he knew that such silence would not last long, Yi Duyan still chose the same choice as Youxia - to close his eyes and recuperate. Before closing her eyelids, Yi Duyan saw that Livia's moist lips seemed to move, but in the end, Yi Duyan didn't hear any voice that belonged to her.

And the silence didn't last long, not long before the stupid trio's crying stopped and turned to whispering. From the room in the side hall, the bell rang at 12 o'clock. Although it was not a loud bell, it also woke up a few hearts that had just been relaxed in the room.

Although Yi Duyan still wanted to rest for a while to relieve his mental exhaustion. But apparently it wasn't just the spirit that was exhausted, he hadn't eaten all day. Suddenly, Yi Duyan missed the dragon whale meat that was taken away by Shu Fengxun even more.

When you think about it, it's been a long day. First, he drove the Sheila to fight with people in the North Pole in the early hours of yesterday morning, and then it took half a day to land on the artificial continent. Before they could have lunch, the team was split. The rest of himself and Youxia participated in the entrance ceremony of the academy city.

I finally arrived in the city, and experienced things like a god descending, a sneak attack, and so on, but I even missed dinner. If I had known that this would be the case, would I have been more frank and let Youxia help me recover my strength as soon as possible and attend the dinner together? Perhaps, everything would have been different.

At least, that's not how it shouldn't be. Taking a deep breath, Yi Duyan hammered his chest twice with his left hand holding the young goddess.

"Well, what do you think a writer should be like?" Yi Duanyan, who exhaled the depressed breath in his chest and put on what he thought was the most delicate smile, asked gossiply. But his eyes never looked away from the girl named Livia.

"Uh, that.... Magician... The writer is... Those people who write stories in words?" the angel, who was once again confused by Yi Duyan's inexplicable question, carefully considered it.

"Well, that's literal. But, I'm talking about... Writers in the broadest sense of the word. ”

"A writer in the broadest sense of the word?" the more confused angel tilted his head with a distressed expression.

"Well, if you divide the world into two kinds of people, then one is the writer and the other is the protagonist. At least in my opinion, there are 3, no, 4 writers and 4 protagonists in this room. ”