[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

Tang San was sitting in the comfortable box, holding his chopsticks and unable to eat. He sighed and turned his eyes to the person opposite who was feasting.

I put down my chopsticks for a long time, feeling very complicated.

Under the table, Xiao Wu's hand was tightly wrapping the cold back of his hand, and Tang San could clearly feel his trembling.

He took a deep breath, licked his dry lips, and asked hoarsely: "How... did you recognize me?"

"It's very simple. You can tell it just by looking at it."

Tang San was puzzled.

Yuan Yi took a sip of tea to relieve his tiredness, looked between Xiao Wu and Tang San, pointed at Xiao Wu, slowly shook his finger a few times, and said that she looked like a little girl who didn't understand the world at first glance.

"And you don't hide your composure beyond your years at all," he said.

Tang San was not persuaded by his reasons, and his mood calmed down little by little during the conversation.

"Maybe it's just that I'm smarter than the average person."

The white owl chuckled, leaned back, spread his hands and shouted softly: "So I won the bet."

"As soon as I opened my eyes, I entered a strange world, and I didn't want to forget the memories of the past. I would easily miss home when I had something to do. I felt that besides me, God would find me a companion."

He pretended to complain: "I don't know how many times I have been disappointed for so many years. Fortunately, I found it in my lifetime."

Maintaining a relaxed smile, Yuan Yi adjusted his breathing, and kept telling lies without blushing or heartbeat.

Role-playing is not easy. He needs to control his breath, expression, and eyes.

He needs to say all the false lines naturally, so that the other party can believe them and at the same time say them to himself.Imprint those words in your mind, and after they become your own memories, they will remain deeply in your heart.

Xiao Wu couldn't understand the conversation between the two of them, so she could only hold Tang San's hand tightly with a worried look in her eyes.

Tang San reluctantly raised his mind and covered the back of Xiao Wu's soft hand to express comfort.

"Stop showing off, I'm going to get angry."

Yuan Yi glanced at the two people's intertwined hands behind the table, put down his chopsticks and clicked his tongue twice.

"You said you had nothing to do." He sighed deeply against the white owl's shell.

Everything is as usual.

He didn't know beforehand that Tang San was reborn like himself, but the other person's logic level when facing danger was not like that of a teenager, but closer to the prudentness and concerns of an adult. Only then did Yuan Yi notice that in the other person. That little bit of anomaly that's easy to miss.

Then I thought about it, twin martial souls, useless martial souls, innate soul power, bad family background, childhood sweethearts who are devoted to each other...

This configuration looks familiar.

Thinking of his own experience, his intuition told him that maybe Tang San was also an outsider from another world.

Then he tried to talk to her, and as expected, it was just as he expected.

Tang San asked again: "Excuse me for asking, which sect are you from?"

Hearing this, the white owl raised its head. Its cheeks were bulging and stuffed with food. It had no time to swallow, so it asked vaguely: "Sect? Is it okay to eat the leader of the old clan?"

Both of them communicated in the language of the original world, but Tang San didn't understand those three words:

"What do you mean by eating the old people?"

"The kind of person who lives his whole life relying on his parents."

After thinking about it for a few times, Tang San knew that the other party was joking with him. Such a joke made his tense heart relax a lot. He carefully distinguished the tone of Bai Owl's tone. It was not like Wu Nong's soft talk in Suzhou, but more like Mandarin.

No, no.

He said he was from Suzhou, Jiangsu.

Jiangsu should be the name of the region, but I don’t have the slightest impression of Jiangsu.

White Owl and I were indeed both people reborn in another world, and we could communicate in language, but did we travel from the same world, or did we live together in the same time and space?

A mess.

Tang San's mind was in a daze. Let's do it step by step. First, we must confirm the space.

"Have you ever heard of Tang Sect?"

Although the Tang Sect has not been involved in world affairs for a long time, the sect has always been prosperous. Judging from the continuous increase in the number of disciples of the inner and outer sects year by year, there is still an endless stream of people who yearn for the Tang Sect.

"I've heard of it. But it's in the game."

"Sect? It's like the saying in martial arts novels. It's not popular in modern society."

Haraichi muttered.

"Everyone believes in science. If you gather a crowd to practice, you will be arrested and imprisoned."

Martial arts novel?game?

Tang San quickly understood the other meanings of those unfamiliar words, and also realized that the Tang Sect might be just a "legend" to White Owl, not even a legend. It was more likely that it was an illusion fabricated by some people. Is the world regarded as a time-killing game by the modern society that “advocates science”?

If two people come from different worlds, how can they communicate smoothly without obstacles.

"Do you still remember what the characteristics of the Tang Sect are in that...that game?"

The memories of more than ten years ago have long been blurred. The language, environment, and social background are completely different from those in Douluo Continent. It is difficult to have the opportunity to recall these things in a different world. Qiqi is unknowingly covered by the memories of recent years. Eighty-eight, it’s really not easy to remember.

Besides, I didn’t play the game for long. After my enthusiasm for face-making subsided, I became tired of the old and new.

Yuan Yi thought so hard that his eyes were dull before he pulled out a few settings of Sword Three Tang Sect from his head.

"Hidden weapons and poison refining. These two are probably the most famous. I don't remember the rest."

Tang San was startled, and his brows suddenly relaxed. The two characteristics of the Tang Sect mentioned by White Owl all match. The Tang Sect may have just been hidden from the world for too long. Time flies, and it is unknown whether the people who remember it have forgotten...

From what he said, it seems that all the sects have gone into hiding. Perhaps because of that, the existence of the Tang Sect has just been forgotten like other sects.

Then Bai Owl should have never practiced internal skills and has only a little knowledge of the Tang Sect, so he is much less of a threat. There is no problem in exposing his identity as a disciple of the Tang Sect.

Bai Owl obviously thought of this, "You don't know that you are really from the Tang Sect... right?"

Tang San pondered for three seconds and nodded.Then I was bombarded with a bunch of questions.

"Then can you do Qinggong? Can you float on water? Can you shrink into an inch? Can you make hidden weapons?"

"Can you perform one?"

"Do your entire sect live in the deep mountains and forests far away from society?"

"Aren't you going to travel?"

"Is there ever a time when the signal is not good? How do you manage to live in seclusion for decades without being discovered?"

"Does the country know you exist?"

Tang San was caught off guard by the questions, and he chose an answer: "What is the signal..."

White Owl looked shocked, as if he couldn't understand why Tang San would ask such a question. He stood up in a hurry, put his hands on the table, leaned forward and approached Tang San, his eyes burning.

"Mobile phone, do you know?"

Tang San: "...No."

"Nokia, PHS, bb phone?"

"I don't know."

"Game consoles, like slot machines? Wired internet, computers, wires, cables?"

Tang San shook his head honestly.

The white owl instantly sat back down in despair and murmured to himself: "Which dynasty are you from?"

Although acting accounted for [-]% of the reason, Yuan Yi was really surprised inside.

Tang San actually had no contact with any electronic equipment or modern culture. Is it because the sect is ignorant of worldly affairs and is isolated from society, or the two of them are in completely different eras. If the backgrounds of the eras are different, there will inevitably be some generation gap in communication.

He has his own sect, including hidden weapons and light martial arts, and he has graphic novels and TV series.

These things lay between them, which directly undermined the intimacy of the scene where fellow villagers met.

Tang San saw that he was not in high spirits and felt the disappointment in Bai Owl's heart.After all, it is rare to meet an old friend in a foreign land. The two of them are neither "old friends" nor "knowledge". It is inevitable to be depressed, and the same goes for Tang San.

"..."

After a moment, the man spoke weakly.

"Then have you never eaten Haidilao, or enjoyed wireless Internet and online shopping?"

Tang San didn't know why: "...Yeah."

The white owl turned his head and said with pity in his eyes: "Isn't that such a miserable man?"

Tang San:"?"

"But it doesn't matter in this world."

After saying that, the white owl raised his head and leaned on the backrest. He didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he suddenly broke away from his thoughts, and his eyes were still a little wandering.

"Can you perform a show for me, whether it's walking on the snow without leaving a trace or floating on the water."

He sniffed and rattled out several names of Qing Gong like he was ordering food, and he was extremely persistent.

Tang San's lips stiffened: "I don't know those things."

"Oh, then let me recite an alphabet song to you. Do you know the alphabet song? Gentiles, let's put it this way, the famous songs of the Gentiles——"

"ABCDEFG——"

"..."

It seemed that he was very excited.