The Sims: Heartbroken

When Yang Li put his drawing board into Loki's cell, Loki was finally willing to look up at him.

Since the last time he opened the space door to pick up Thor from Loki's cell, and accidentally took Loki out...and caused him to face a room full of superheroes, the gods completely treated Yang Li as nothing until the large drawing board added The easel occupied a large space in his already small cell, and he was finally willing to look up at Yang Li.

Yang Li has obviously been running to Loki's side recently—maybe it was the farce at the beginning of the last meeting. Seeing the gloomy expression of the second prince of Asgard made Yang Li feel uncomfortable, so he became extra attentive... Loki tends to Disgustingly commented on it as "thinking too much".

It seemed that a single unhappy look from Loki could arouse the sadness of this clay figurine.

The truth is that Yang Li has nothing to do in all likelihood.

In short, Luo Ji looked at Yang Li's easel and raised his eyebrows.

The Asgardian soldiers patrolling outside still seemed deaf and blind, and did not respond to the addition of one more person.

"If your paints have any smell," said Loki slowly, "I'll burn them when you're done."

Yang Li shrank his neck, "Modern paints have no taste—"

He looked at Loki's expression, evoked a smile, picked up the paintbrush, and stood in the position he was most familiar with.

He looked at the second prince of Asgard who was sitting on the ground quietly reading, his eyes naturally showed love and cherishment.

He began to write.

...The prisoner in the prison actually lowered his head to read the book quietly, even the movements of turning the pages of the book were extremely small.

They would occasionally talk about some magical issues, talk about some things that happened outside, and talk about the lack of desire to survive in the hero of the book in Loki's hand——

When Yang Li raised his head for the last time, his expression was a little helpless.

"If you're tired, just tell me."

The phantom on the ground disappeared in an instant, and Loki stood beside him at some point, looking at the drawing paper with critical eyes, "It's not too bad."

He tapped the drawing paper, "Why don't you change the background?"

Yang Li guarded the painting vigilantly, "I'm a realist."

Luo Ji gave Yang Li a blank look, and the background on the drawing paper changed instantly.

Yang Li looked at the painting——

He waved away the phantom.

Sorry, the painter's instinct made him lose his desire to survive.

"Why is there no entity in the phantom you made?"

Off topic, off topic.

"...?" Loki expressed dissatisfaction with his eyes, "Why do phantoms need to have entities? It consumes a lot of energy and is useless..."

Loki's illusions are often used to redirect enemy attacks elsewhere, and if this illusion is broken, there's another one.

But it's not bad to use it to feign death. The God of Lies squinted his eyes, absolutely confusing the fake with the real.

"Oh, you can use hallucinations to switch your position with the position of the enemy you want to attack, killing two birds with one stone—"

Loki imagines Thor hitting his vision with a hammer, and it ends up hitting the stupid Atrium man - good.

"But hallucinations should have entities—" Yang Li frowned, looking like a college student who was unsure about elementary school Mathematical Olympiads because he had wasted a year of study, "Didn't you reveal your secrets as soon as you got hit? If the illusion had a real body, you could backstab it when the opponent thought you had won..."

"...You'd better teach him less of this kind of thing."

The lady who appeared in Loki's cage at some point sighed, "I taught him how to play daggers and illusions back then, and I still regret it to this day."

For some reason, Yang Li heard a hint of mischievousness and indulgence.

"Oh, hello ma'am, are you Rocky's teacher?"

"With mother."

Almost visible to the naked eye, Yang Li froze.

He took a slow step and tore off the painting on the drawing board, "Oh, oh, ma'am..."

He thought of the thunder god whose smile faded away and brought the hammer back not long ago, and stammered rarely, "Hello, hello... I'm Loki's..."

Friends and lovers weigh down their throats together, and humans who have not yet mastered lies sigh in their hearts.

"Yang Li, right?"

This is so strange, hearing my Chinese name from a lady who speaks old English—or maybe it's just that Yang Li doesn't even know how to put his hands and feet, and he repeats every detail ten times in his mind.

"... yes, ma'am."

"I guess Loki hasn't introduced me to you, but I've heard a lot of complaints about you from him..." Frigga looked at Yang Li's slightly frustrated expression, with a little smile in his eyes, "Okay , at least I know you won't bully him, which is good."

Loki glared at Yang Li, and then stared at Frigga - not long ago he quarreled with Odin, the father of the gods, and now he will not easily call her mother, "I guess you just came here See if I have been bullied by outsiders?"

He sneered, "It's better to ask what Odin said, it is guaranteed to be much more than outsiders."

"...Don't you regard him as your father, and don't you regard me as your mother?"

"..." Loki was silent for a while, he raised his chin slightly, and said in a low voice, "You are not my mother either!"

Then the phantom disappeared.

For some reason, Yang Li felt something.

Probably because Loki stared at the phantom until it disappeared completely; maybe it was because he quickly looked away after the phantom disappeared, his face still angry.

"...Why does your family use phantoms without entities."

Yang Li waved away the last phantom.

Under anger, Loki had a pair of dazed eyes.

He had absolutely no regrets or guilt, the fact that Odin would rather have died as a newborn still made him angry, but it was obvious that he loved his mother.

Blaming his mother for being hostile to his father made him belatedly uncomfortable.

"Madame Frigg may be sad."

"To shut up."

Yang Li shrugged.

"The eldest son went to quell the chaos and we haven't seen each other for a long time, and the second son—"

"..." Loki gave Yang Li a hard look.

Yang Li shut his mouth tightly.

His eyes were erratic, and finally fell on the figure not far away.

The new phantom—the Queen of God made a "shh" gesture, her eyes fell on Loki, and there was still a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth.

In terms of illusion, the Queen of God is obviously superior, since Loki will fight when he sees her... She just wants to see more of his distraught young son.

... Alas, I look a little thinner again.

Due to various reasons, Yang Li stayed with Luo Ji for longer and longer. He seemed to be thinking about it with Luo Ji. Most of the time they did not speak a word. Draw, look at the patrollers passing by, try to start a conversation from time to time, etc...

"...It's really cold weapons."

"..."

"Eh? Don't you guys use magic a lot?"

"..."

"Uh...the lady with the blue hair...is her hair... oh my god, I forgot to tell you that the spell is permanent."

Loki glanced sideways at the passing female Goddess of War, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's very useful, so I don't need to chant a spell once when I see her."

"..." Yang Li mourned for three seconds, and moved to Loki's side, "Hey, I saw a lot of interesting spells after you left—"

It happened when Yang Li was talking about prank magic.

Not far away, the prisoner in a cell turned red and looked like he was going mad - he lifted a prisoner and pressed it against the magic barrier until the barrier shattered.

Loki glanced outside, at this time the prisoner covered in red cracks was already opening the second cage, "I just said they shouldn't lock the prisoner in everything—"

More like a trophy than a prisoner.

Yang Li is still here, maybe even if the prisoner comes to open his cage, Yang Li will make up for a more difficult one——

"..."

Loki paused, looked at the corpse of the guard outside, and then at Yang Li standing in front of the drawing board, "...Oh, this is quite surprising."

He slowly stood up and looked at Yang Li's drawing board - he was delicately depicting the corpse on the floor, "I thought you would help."

"I hate war."

"So you just do nothing? Watch this happen before your eyes?"

Yang Li raised his head in a daze, he smelled a little bit of anger on Loki's body, "...Should I intervene?"

he asked uncertainly.

"What else? What do you want to do?"

"Draw these and tell the last survivors that these warriors fought bravely?"

Luo Ji looked at Yang Li with great interest.

"If," he asked, "they killed me with a knife...would you remain so indifferent?"

Yang Li's clear blue eyes did not show the slightest emotion.

No anger, no hatred, no pain.

He didn't even answer, but just stood there holding his pen, as if he was asked a question beyond the outline by name.

Loki suddenly became annoyed.

"Go, help."

He kicked Yang Li's easel.

It was as if the covering curtain suddenly fell, the easel fell down, and under the curtain—the outside world was only separated by a magic barrier. Life was dying, flames were burning, and war was displayed in front of Yang Li like the most terrifying canvas.

But he just put down his pen and sighed, "You didn't do nothing."

"..." Luo Ji glared at Yang Li, "You know I can't get out."

"Well, well, I thought, maybe I should..."

A halo of sparks appeared in front of him, and the sparks burned his painting, but he didn't look down, still muttering something.

But just took a step towards the fire circle, came out of the cell, and stood in the corridor full of blood, Yang Li stopped.

He looked back at "Loki" in the barrier, and then at his side, "...you know I know..."

He paused hesitantly.

Loki, who was hitching a ride to escape from prison by his side again, smiled and glanced at Yang Li, "It's a special situation."

He said, "Aren't you going to lock me back up?"

He looked at the enemy not far away, hooked his fingers, and they began to kill each other, making a mess.

Yang Li frowned.

"Look...if you're gone, it doesn't matter when they shattered that flimsy barrier—it doesn't make a difference, does it?"

The dazed human looked at the god for a while, perhaps not thinking.

"That's right...? Well, special circumstances."

The author has something to say: ...So Luo Ji knew that when encountering situations beyond his cognition, Yang Li would become particularly easy to control.