Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Weilin and Xuemiya stood high in the sky, overlooking the ordinary village below.

The sunlight penetrated the thin mist, sprinkled on the earth, and covered the entire village with a layer of golden gauze.

The streets began to become lively, and a large number of civilians gradually appeared in the town.

The next moment, two people appeared on the street.

Weilin walked to a small stall, bent down slightly, sniffed gently, and actually could smell the aroma of food.

"How is it? Is it real?"

Xuemiya came to Weilin and asked softly.

"It is indeed true." Weilin nodded and replied, "I am indeed very lucky to marry a genius like you."

"If it was before, I would still blush, but now, I won't."

Xuemiya showed a confident smile on her face and waved gently.

As she moved, the surrounding scene changed instantly, and a simple thatched house appeared before her eyes.

"squeak--"

The young man pushed open the wooden door, carried the wooden barrel out of the room with some difficulty, came to the well, put the rope on the barrel, and then threw it into the well.

With some curiosity, Weilin walked into the room and saw a thin woman lying on a thatched bed.

She was covered with some torn clothes, barely enough to keep out the cold.

In less than a moment, the young man tiptoed in carrying a wooden bucket half full of water, came to the stove built with rubble, and poured the water into the clay pot with a broken edge.

When the water reached the edge of the hole, the boy laid the wooden barrel flat, then went to the corner of the room, took out a cloth bag from the straw pile, took out a few shriveled yam beans from it, went to the clay pot, and carefully put them in.

Weilin stood by and watched the boy light the fire and start cooking.

During the whole process, Weilin just watched quietly without communicating with Xuemiya.

He was confused by the illusion his wife had designed, but that was precisely why it was interesting.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The woman on the bed suddenly started coughing, her voice weak and feeble.

The young man quickly came to the woman's side, helped her up, and gently patted her back: "Master's wife, are you feeling better?"

"Master's wife?" Weilin silently recited the title and turned to look at his wife. She blinked her eyes, indicating that Weilin should continue watching.

After the woman spat out the blood clot in her lungs, her face became even paler. She raised her head and looked coldly at the young man who was supporting her, her eyes full of disgust and determination.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth: "Get out of here."

"Master's Wife, I..."

The young man looked a little panicked, but he did not let go of the hands that were supporting the woman.

"I said, now that your master is dead, you have no relationship with our family anymore. Now get out, you are not welcome here." The woman raised her trembling hand and pointed at the door, saying angrily.

The boy's face turned red and he loudly retorted: "No, I won't leave."

The woman slapped the boy with all her strength and shouted angrily: "Get out of here, or I will die in front of you."

Hearing the woman's threat, the young man looked a little hesitant, but his hands moved quickly and he directly took away the chipped bowl next to him.

During the stalemate, the sound of boiling water distracted the boy.

Gently letting go of the woman, the boy ran to the side and extinguished the firewood that had not yet burned out, preparing for next use. He then took off his clothes, picked up the boiling hot yam porridge and poured it into the bowl.

Looking at the woman with angry eyes, the young man holding the bowl full of yam porridge hesitated for a moment and prepared to wait until the food cooled down a little before moving closer to prevent the master's wife from knocking over the bowl.

Weilin crossed his arms and asked, "Is this your deliberate confusion, or is this his true nature?"

"I have modified my perception of that woman." Xuemiya said this, and then pointed at the boy and said, "As for him, I only modified his identity perception. All these actions are just his true feelings."

"At first glance, this guy is quite careful. Let's speed up."

"kindness."

Xuemiya nodded and began to speed up the time in the illusion.

From the perspective of an outsider, only three minutes had passed.

But for the boy, three months had already passed.

For three months, the boy never abandoned the woman despite her beatings and scoldings.

When no one noticed, the woman would reveal a look of guilt in her eyes every time she saw the busy boy.

Late one night, the woman took advantage of the boy's deep sleep and took his own life.

The next morning, after the boy woke up, he looked at the woman who had hanged herself and threw himself on her body and cried bitterly.

Over the next few days, the boy was in a daze and eventually came to his end.

Watching the illusion crumble, Weilin smiled and said jokingly, "It seems that your ability to weave illusions needs to be improved."

Xue Mia heard this, shook her head, and said softly: "I just set up the rules of the illusion. As for how the illusion runs, I did not interfere."

"What happened just now was the result of natural deduction."

"After the woman died, the boy was unable to wake up and continued to be in a daze until he died."

"That is to say, the person you chose is a little stubborn, or a little stupid, but he is a person who knows how to repay a favor."

"Forget it. Anyway, the goal has been achieved. The result is not important anymore." Weilin waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

After returning to the real world, the young man woke up with tears in his eyes. He looked at the familiar person, rushed over to hug her, buried his head in her arms, and said with a choked voice: "Master's Wife."

"Silly child, what are you shouting about?" Harriet was no longer stern and cold as usual. Instead, she reached out and hugged her son, speaking softly.

"Mother, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay, it's just that after I left, did you live well?"

Hearing his mother's question, Hai Xiden's eyes were evasive, he lowered his head and dared not speak.

Seeing her son's actions, Harriet understood everything.

She sighed softly, her heart filled with helplessness and heartache.

It seems that after I ended my life, this silly child did not realize my true intention.

"Harriet."

Suddenly, a strange voice was heard.

Harriet raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a figure appear in front of her.

There was a hint of surprise on her face, and then she quickly bowed and said, "Good morning, Master Weilin."

Haixiden let go of his mother, turned around and looked, his eyes widened with an expression of disbelief on his face. It was the adult who appeared on the Listening Wind Tower!

Weilin looked at Hexiden with a smile, his eyes revealing a hint of friendliness and gentleness, and said: "Hexiden, this is the second time we meet. I said that if you can meet me again, I will tell you my name."

At this point, Weilin's tone became quite formal: "Welin Axe, this is my name."

After a brief panic, Hai Xiden calmed himself down, straightened his body, and saluted solemnly, "Master Weilin, good morning."