White lotus boyfriend doesn't want to break up

Gail kicked and still felt unresponsive. He walked over and strangled the blond man's neck, and punched him hard in the stomach like a boulder. The miracle was that the man seemed to have an entity in his hands. Generally speaking, every blow is a solid beating.

The blond devil's mouth was gradually bloodshot, but he still smiled, "My little baby, if you don't know how to change, you will never get what you want!"

"Shut up!!" Gail stood up and stepped hard on the devil, but this time he didn't get his wish and stepped on his face.

The demon turned into a plume of black smoke, quickly dissipated and gathered behind Gail, "You can see clearly~ This is the first lesson I taught you," he said to the shivering man shivering in the corner Beckoning, "Come here."

Gail saw that the 'Little Ancestor' had no intention of running away abnormally this time, so he walked over obediently with his head buried, but his pale lips and trembling palms showed the fear in the man's heart.

The blond devil took him into his arms with a smile, "Did you see that, this is the effect, what I want is not what you can get with your stupid, ignorant and kind-hearted."

Gale turned blue with anger, "Didn't you see that he was afraid of you?"

The blond devil narrowed his eyes, "Although your innocence and kindness once made me miss very much, but at the same time, I also hate this, it reminds me of very bad memories!" He let go of the man, suddenly Flashing in front of the little angel, there was a cold and malicious smile on the corner of his lips, "You can always be so stubborn, but I'm afraid that one day I can't help but kill you."

For this threat, the little angel didn't take it seriously at all.

He snorted coldly, "Then try it?" It's afternoon.

Hearing this, the blond devil suddenly smiled again on his gloomy face, "I can tell you clearly, baby, three years is an opportunity, if you don't kill me within these three years, then wait until you disappear completely !" He squeezed Gail's shoulders, and turned him so that the black-haired man's face was facing him, "Perhaps you can take this opportunity to say goodbye to your little ancestor first? ?”

"Get out!" Gail roared and turned around and punched the devil's nasal bone. There was a crisp sound in the air that made the scalp tingle. In the natural bending state, it quickly fell backwards as if the spine had been smashed by someone.

Immediately afterwards, his body gradually turned into fine black dust, which was completely scattered under Gail's violent fists.

The timid black-haired man in the distance was frightened by this terrifying scene. He squatted back to the corner again, hugging himself into the shape of an ostrich egg.

Gail calmed down, walked over and pinched the man's chin, he stared at the red palm prints on the face of the 'Little Ancestor', distressed emotions flashed in his eyes, "Sometimes... I really don't know how I am. What happened to me, I can't even figure it out, what kind of existence are you, little ancestor, and what kind of existence am I?"

The man's dark eyes looked at him blankly and fearfully, his lips were trembling desperately, but he didn't dare to struggle.

Gail blinked puzzledly. In the second when his vision was plunged into darkness, a pair of deep black eyes with a gentle smile flashed in his mind. He seemed to have finally recognized the reality. Illusions are illusory after all. In fact, no matter how much you deceive yourself, you can't come true.

"Little ancestor, I miss you so much..." Gail choked up and let go of the man's chin. He straightened up, turned his back and faced the wall with tears in his eyes, "Where are you? Can you come and hug me?" Gail opened his arms and made a hugging motion.

Surrounding him was only the cold and empty air, and the little angel's half-raised arm was finally let down in a slumped manner.

Then he woke up.

Gail stared blankly at the half-drawn ceiling above his head, as if he had figured out what he should do so clearly for the first time.

He stood up quickly, and stepped out of the dream-making device with one long leg without any hesitation.

After instructing the robot butler to destroy and discard the dream capsule, Gail immediately turned on his communication device and contacted Pearson, a well-known federal psychology professor.

"Uncle Pearson, I seem to be sick, do you have time to come over?"

Gail briefly described his general situation very calmly, and the professor thankfully said that he just had a rest today and could come over immediately, telling him not to panic.

"...It's not a big problem." Pearson did not forget to comfort him at the end.

……

After hanging up the communication, Gail walked to the mirror. Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt both familiar and unfamiliar. The image in front of him suddenly shook, and the face in the mirror slowly changed.

Gail saw the corners of the mouth of 'myself' suddenly raised wildly, and the bright and strange blue eyes were full of smiles, as if mocking his overreaching.

"roll!!!"

The little angel suddenly became irritable, and he even clenched his fist angrily and smashed the whole mirror to pieces.

And the stinging pain on his fist finally brought back his wandering consciousness a little bit.

Gale put his hands on the sink, and he took a few deep breaths to try to calm down his emotions.

When he raised his eyes again, he looked at the split and distorted face reflected in the mirror but became firmer.

"You're not going to make it," he murmured, his golden lashes casting heavy shadows on his face.

It's hard for Gail to imagine that if he is no longer himself, how will the man he loves so much be treated?

Presumably with that devil's cruel and twisted temperament, he will not easily let his beloved little ancestor go!

So Gail vowed that he would never give up the right to use his body. From the beginning of this battle, it is either you die or I live.

And the ultimate winner must be him, only him!

"I've never lost before, and I won't this time either."

Gail's eyes were full of stubbornness that could not be pulled back by nine cows. He tightened his jaw, stretched his hand under the faucet expressionlessly, and washed away the blood on the back of his hand little by little.

"Split personality, scientifically known as dissociative disorder/intermittent personality dissociation, a psychogenic identity disorder, that is, a personality disorder caused by psychological factors."

Dr. Peart is already a gray-haired old man. He clicked on the drug list projection interface in front of him, and skillfully put several types of drugs into the shopping cart.

After the order was successfully sent, Peart raised his hand and pushed the reading glasses that almost fell below his eyes, and looked at Gail who was sitting on the opposite sofa.

Noticing the gloomy look on the blond-haired young man's face, Peart comforted him kindly, "Don't worry, there is still a good chance that this situation will be cured. You must take the medicine prescribed for you on time, and I will come over regularly to help you Do your reexamination, and don't let your mind run wild... If Qin Tianming's breakup and departure caused your personality to split, then it might be better to change to a fresh environment."

Gail looked down at his fingers, "Will he show up again?"

"Probably not in the short term." Peart opened the medical record book again, and wrote on it with a pen, "Before you could hear the sub-personality talking, it means that the current symptoms are not very serious. At the stage when the personality can control your body, it is impossible for you to notice his existence, only inexplicable memory gaps will appear, and you don’t even know what the sub-personality did and said during this blank period of memory talk."

The so-called split personality is generally caused by the following reasons:

That is, when a person's anger and dissatisfaction becomes increasingly intensified by repeated rejection or punishment, the resulting anger or dissatisfaction is increasingly repressed into separate parts of the personality.The accumulated anger is continuously separated and anatomically catalyzed in the brain to intensify this extreme anger.

In order to release these repressed things, the "partition wall" between the successor personality and the subject personality will be thickened, making the two or more parties impermeable and independent of each other.Slowly, the subject will no longer be aware of its existence.

"The wall between you and the sub-personality has not yet formed, as long as you pay attention to emotional stability, the condition will not continue to deteriorate." Peart turned off the projection, and continued to suggest, "Do something else to divert Focus on yourself and stop letting negative emotions affect you.”

Gail nodded, and accepted his diagnosis very calmly, "I understand, and I hope uncle will not tell my family about this, I don't want them to worry."

"Protecting the privacy of patients is every doctor's responsibility, so you don't have to worry about that." Peart smiled, "Child, finding the crux is the key. Maybe the man who makes you worry about it can be very helpful in curing your schizophrenia." There are many successful cases like this.”

Gail shook his head, he was afraid, he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the demon, he was afraid that the other party would suddenly jump out and hurt the little ancestor, and even affect his family, so it might be best to stay away before he is completely cured Safeguard.

"You are right, I need a change of environment." The little angel opened his schedule and took a look, "There will be a four-month special summer camp training in the distant planet of Bardoma, the principal ordered All Westchester cadets are required to participate."

Hearing this, Peart leaned forward with interest, "Oh, is Marshal Allen leading the team?"

The old Marshal Allen who led troops into Bardoma more than 200 years ago and saved the entire Federation has passed away, and the young Marshal Allen, who is now passed on by word of mouth, is the direct grandson of the God of War.

There is a tradition in the Keith family that any descendant who inherits the position of Marshal must be named Allen, which is like the immortal glory of this family and represents the continuation of the lineage of the God of War.

Therefore, the citizens of the Federation firmly believe that the God of War has always protected the Federation, and because of the existence of Allen, the empire did not dare to easily start a war for such a long time afterwards.

"It's Uncle Allen." Gail replied.

Pearte nodded, "It's a good opportunity for promotion. If you perform well, you may be directly incorporated into the army. It's also good to go out for training. Young people, you should focus more on this aspect."

Gail snorted.

Peart was completely relieved, "My child, your physical and mental qualities are beyond ordinary people's strength. In fact, whether it is good or bad, it all depends on your self-control. Remember, don't be afraid of yourself. learn to accept and decompose them, don’t give the sub-personality a chance to strengthen itself, he can be easily repelled by your strength, and can grow rapidly by absorbing the repressed emotions that you exclude, thus becoming unprecedentedly difficult , don’t be afraid of him, remember that he is you, and communicating with him more can also have a good therapeutic effect on the disease—don’t let the wall between you form.”

Gail nodded firmly, "I will, don't worry."

After sending Peart away, his antipsychotic drugs have been transported to the small storage box in the master bedroom through Pan Ruoda's criss-crossing underground express tunnels.

Gale took out the medicine bottle and held it in his hand, he poured out a pill almost tremblingly and swallowed it with water.

When I walked into the bathroom, the robot housekeeper was cleaning up the remaining glass shards on the floor and walls.

"I re-ordered a mirror, you remember to pick it up later."

"Okay, master." The robot butler replied with a flat voice.

Gail lowered his head and scooped up a handful of cold water to wash his face, but his brain was still a little groggy. I don't know if it was the effect of the medicine. He was very sleepy now and wanted to sleep.

"Go to sleep first, and install the mirror as soon as you get it, don't ask my opinion."

"Okay, master." In addition to the daily repetitive work, this programmed template robot butler often commands one action at a time. It is no wonder that the little angel is so worried when he is extremely sleepy.

Gail slept soundly this time, and for the first time, those strange memory fragments that did not belong to him did not appear in his mind.

Even after a long period of time, that demon's voice did not reappear.

Peart also became more and more optimistic about his situation, and even suggested, "You can take one pill every other week."

Because of the summer camp training, Gail's complexion gradually became better, and he was no longer gloomy and sick like before.

He sincerely showed a cheerful smile, "Thank you for your treatment, Uncle Peart~"

Peart looked at the blond youth who had regained his health and vitality in the communication video, and he was also very relieved, "Keep it up, kid, you will be able to get rid of those nasty pills soon."

Gail's smile widened again until the bluffing red hair squeezed into the chat frame, and asked Peart curiously and excitedly, "What pill? What are you talking about! Can you tell me? ?”

Gail's face darkened in an instant, and he tried his best not to punch Hongmao, who was such an annoying talker.

Fortunately, Peart rescued him in good time, "Gail didn't sleep well a while ago, so I prescribed him some sleeping pills."

"Oh..." Realizing that it was not a surprise, the red hair immediately walked away without interest.

Gail turned off the video communication, and when he turned his head, he saw Ken looking over. The other party seemed to have noticed something, and there was obvious worry in those green eyes.

And Marshall was all focused on flirting with his lover who was far away in Pan Ruoda, so he didn't pay much attention to this side for a while.

Several people were carrying out the team task of collecting firefly shells, so there were no other creatures in this area except for the four of them and some passing herbivorous giant insects.

"Let's go, it's time to assemble." Gail pulled a handful of dry grass on the spot, wiped the blue worm blood on the mecha's weapons, and sat in the cockpit.

Ken also quickly sat in the co-pilot of his mecha.

In front of the little angel's engine armor, Ken suddenly said, "You don't smile much these days."

Gail's hands kept moving, and he asked softly against the uneasiness rolling in his chest, "Then do you think I've changed?"

"No." Ken looked at him and said helplessly, "It's just that you have been depressed for so many days and made us depressed all the way."

"It won't happen in the future." Gail quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ken saw that the young man's tense face was gradually softened by a shallow smile, and he couldn't help but feel relieved, "I thought that the influence of Qin Tianming's departure on you has continued until now."

The strings in Gail's heart tightened again—the connection and differences between Qin Tianming and the little ancestor, probably only he can figure it out clearly.

Ken always thought that on the day Gail and Huo Mingchi broke up successfully, he broke a passerby because of losing control of his emotions, and finally sent him to the hospital, and finally sent the other party away with high compensation.

As for the events that happened during that time, Gail has been deliberately buried in his heart, and no one has been able to extract any relevant information from him this time.

It seems that the little angel's true emotions in her heart will no longer be so easily expressed on the surface.

This was one of the changes Ken noticed.

Maybe it was the man's departure that caused little Gail to grow up now.