A King Summoner Travels Through the World of Ye Luoli

Why are you drawing on your calligraphy paper?

Because of the accident, Wenxin's dance studio suspended classes, but the competition will continue and someone will replace the injured person, so Wenxin continues to practice dancing at home.

After Lu Zhaoran arrived at her home by car, she had nothing to do, so she started doing her calligraphy homework in Wen Xin's study.

After practicing for a while, Wen Xin opened the study door and quietly slipped behind Lu Zhaoran to see if she was really doing her homework or just slacking off.

but……

strangeness……

Instead of practicing calligraphy, she picked up a brush and painted a picture.

Compared to Wen Xin, Lu Zhaoran doesn't have much artistic talent, and her paintings aren't very good.

This drawing is quite good.

Wen Xin recognized herself at a glance from the painting.

"I never expected that you could draw me so beautifully."

Wenxin held the painting and looked at it for a long time, becoming happier and happier with each glance.

"Alright, this is my paper, so your drawing is mine now."

Without even discussing it, Wenxin simply kept the painting.

I'll get it framed when I have time.

"Oh, by the way, do you teach drawing in your calligraphy class? Your drawing skills are amazing."

"Don't teach."

Lu Zhaoran rubbed his temples.

She didn't know what was going on.

The place where Wenxin practices dancing can be seen from the window of the study.

Just now, she looked out the window at the figure of the woman dancing gracefully, and her pen involuntarily began to draw her.

The smooth feeling while drawing made her feel as if she had drawn it a thousand times before.

Thinking about this, Lu Zhaoran herself found it strange; where did she find the time to draw Wen Xin a thousand times?

Even if I did… pfft, I'd rather play a few games than draw her.

"Dong dong dong."

The knocking interrupted their conversation. Wenxin put down the painting, turned around, and opened the door.

"Sister Lu, it's you... how come it's you?"

Wen Yun, who was holding a small cake with a smile on her face, lost her smile immediately when she saw that it was Wen Xin who opened the door.

"Aren't you happy to see your sister?"

Wen Xin leaned against the door frame, looking at Wen Yun's face, which drooped the moment she saw her, and she wanted to laugh.

"Oh, these little cakes smell so good! Are they for me?"

Wen Xin snatched the plate from Wen Yun and turned around, closing the door behind her.

This infuriated Wen Yun, who was standing outside the door.

"You! How come you didn't die from the fall?"

Seeing that Wen Xin was unharmed, Wen Yun stormed off in a huff.

Didn't her mother say she would see Wenxin fall to her death today?

Why is Wen Xin still here perfectly fine, yet she still manages to upset her!

…………

"Want some cake?"

Wenxin placed the cake on her desk and took a bite herself first.

"Aren't you afraid she'll poison you?"

Lu Zhaoran knew that Wen Xin must have snatched the cake from her sister.

"What are you afraid of? This cake is for you. No one in the entire Wen family has the guts to poison you. Thanks to you, with you here, the old man won't let his mistresses and his illegitimate children lay a hand on me."

Wen Xin glanced at Lu Zhaoran. After her mother died, she was just a pawn that the Wen family could discard at will, but all the people her philandering father had affairs with outside regarded her as a thorn in their side.

If it weren't for Lu Zhaoran, she would have been killed by them long ago.

“Wenxin, I…”

"Lu Zhaoran."

Lu Zhaoran was about to speak when Wen Xin interrupted him.

Wenxin knew what she wanted to say and do.

The sole heir of the Qin and Lu families promised to pull her out of the mire, and she naturally believed he could do it.

However, she knew that Lu Zhaoran was surrounded by wolves and tigers. Lu Zhaoran was still young and her foundation was not strong. None of her uncles and elders respected her. Although the Wen family was declining, it would not be easy for them to bite her if they were provoked.

She wanted Lu Zhaoran to remain in a high position, and even if she couldn't become her help, she would definitely not become her burden.

The atmosphere in the study was somewhat quiet.

Neither of them spoke again, as if they were sulking.

Young people are often hot-tempered and have strong personalities. They know that the other person is doing it for their own good, but they are still angry with each other for not considering their own needs.

Why don't you say anything when I call your name?

Wen Xin spoke first, breaking the eerie atmosphere.

"If you're afraid I'll say anything more, just cover my mouth with your hand."

Lu Zhaoran rolled her eyes at her and made a face.

Wenxin is really capable of doing this.

"Hehe, you're my best friend, how could I be so rough with you~"

As Wen Xin spoke, she secretly pinched Lu Zhaoran's waist.

“A dog can’t change its habit of eating shit.”

Lu Zhaoran didn't tolerate her either, and the next second she pounced on her.

"Yes, yes, I'm a dog and you're shit."

While dodging, Wen Xin continued to provoke the person opposite her.

"Come here, I promise I won't hit you."

Lu Zhaoran was truly amused by her words about killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own.

"Who would believe your nonsense?"

…………

The sounds of two girls playing and laughing could be heard coming from the study.

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The scene from just now was displayed in its entirety on the screen in front of Changli.

The face he had looked at for tens of thousands of years without any emotional fluctuation was now smiling and laughing.

Thump... Thump! Thump! Thump!

He clutched his heart, feeling like he was going crazy.

In the past, he didn't understand Luo Que's actions, why he would go to such a crazy extent.

At that moment, he suddenly understood.

Whether human or immortal, once one has obsessions and desires, one may initially just be trying it out, but once one sees a real opportunity, one will want to gamble recklessly.

Perhaps what he wanted wasn't just to keep her from disappearing...

"Damn it! What do you think you're doing?!"

An exasperated voice in his mind interrupted his reverie.

He closed his eyes, and the next second he was in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing the white ball of fluff moving around everywhere, he reached out and grabbed it with ease.

250 flapped its short legs, trying to break free from Changli's control, but in front of this old monster, all its efforts were in vain.

"Behave yourself. Considering you were created by her own hands, I might spare your life once the world stabilizes. But if you still try to sabotage my plans, then I cannot spare you."

"You old bastard, it turns out you were one of those who betrayed your master back then! And now you still don't know how to repent, actually forcibly trapping my host in this fake world! You dug out the memories that the host had buried deep in her heart and fabricated them, which is no different from tearing open her scabbed wound and rubbing salt in it. The person she buried deep in her heart was used by you as a tool to deceive her."

"Tools? This is what she desires deep down. I'm just fulfilling her desires. Look, she's clearly happy here. She's willingly trapped."

Changli carried 250 to the water outside and let it see the scene inside.

"Pah! How could you replace the person she cares about with these fakes! Hmph, my host will never be trapped in this world full of fakes!"

"All fake? Not necessarily!"

Chang Li chuckled softly.

Truth and falsehood are intertwined, and it's when truth and falsehood are mixed together that it becomes difficult to distinguish between them.

"You...what do you mean?"

Seeing his smile, 250's heart skipped a beat.

Could there be something real in this fake world?

broken……

A mixture of truth and falsehood makes it easy for people to become addicted.

However... everything has two sides.

Using real objects can reinforce this false world, making it less likely for the host to break through, but doing so is also tantamount to handing the breakthrough point to the host.

After his eyes darted around a few times, 250 still couldn't put his mind at ease.

It believed its host would definitely find the real entity that had gotten involved, but... what exactly was that real entity?

To get out, one would have to destroy this real thing, which is more painful than shattering a beautiful but false dream.