The Woman who Became the “Male” God

On the night when the live broadcast ended, some patients in the Tracing Mental Hospital who had watched the video received varying degrees of insight. The dozen or so prospective disciples that Anxian focused on cultivated one after another and reached the threshold of practice.

Xiang Fei Qiqiao is bright, energetic, and crazy coding for a night, upgraded all three versions of the lunatic hall, greatly improved the fun and convulsive value of applying for membership, and allowed new partners to enjoy the pleasure of being abused in all directions .

Using mathematics, Le Zhan successfully arranged a formation in his room, turning the slap-sized doghouse into a dreamy palace.

The bald-headed cold world grew waist-length black hair overnight, shiny and shining, but unfortunately she was shaved again the next day, because it did not conform to her aesthetics.

When Mu Gu woke up, he was upgraded from a sweeping monk to a town house auspicious beast, with a red face and aura.

Bobby was inspired and sang to the moon improvisationally: "That day, that land, that mountain and water, that person that smiled and that beauty~~ That day and that moon, that light and that shadow, that wave and that wave and that sway~~"

The long voice, with a wonderful rhythm, refracts and spreads in the mental hospital...

Back at Siyou Mountain, Anxian was going to stay at home for a few days, wait until the end of the New Year, and then start work, and by the way to explore the relics of Xiuzhen. During the period, she received many invitations, but she turned them down.

After He Lin came back, his emotions were abnormally high, and his worship of the male **** father reached the point of completely "forgetting myself". Other personalities were suppressed by this simple and strong idea, and he did not appear for several days.

Although An Xian likes this kind of He Dabao very much, it has been nearly two months since his rebirth. Yi Rongdan is about to expire. His memory is still fragmented. He is very happy and seems to enjoy the present. There is no sense of self-recovery in life.

"Dad, take me with you next time you swim." He Dabao took a cold shower, surrounded by a bath towel, ran to Anxian in a misty manner, patted his chest, and said proudly, "I'm not afraid of the cold."

An Xian didn't raise her head, and fiddled with the 3D version of the architectural plan that Le Zhan helped her modify.

"What is this?" He Lin sat beside An Xian, curiously looking at the three-dimensional image in mid-air.

"The headquarters of the traceability faction." An Xian replied casually. The overall plan has been completed, and then as long as the engineering team is asked to measure the data on the spot, construction can begin.

He Lin kept changing the angle of the image and asked with interest: "Is this our new home in the future?"

"Well, what do you think? Do you like it?" An Xian put a hand on his knee, pointed at the top of his head, and ran a spell to dry his hair carelessly.

"I like it! I like it often!" He Lin smiled like a steamed steamed bun, looking forward to the good life of living in a new house with his father.

An Xian retracted his fingers, then spread out his palms, and handed him a pill: "Take it, then go to sleep."

This medicine can prolong the medicinal properties of Yirongdan, which can only be extended for two or three days at a time. If interrupted, He Lin will immediately restore the original appearance. The appearance of Yi Rong Dan is random.

He Lin was holding the medicine, and asked vaguely, "Dad, I don't want to sleep yet, can I talk to you again?"

"What do you want to say?" An Xian poured him a glass of water.

He Lin took a sip while holding the cup, and said solemnly: "What does Dad want to hear, national events, technological development, food, clothing, housing, art trends, or mental health?"

An Xian: "..." You really have a wide range of knowledge.

After a moment of silence, An Xian said, "Then talk about mental health."

He Lin put down the cup, and the first sentence was: "I think my mental health is particularly healthy."

An Xian: "..." This trough doesn't know where to start.

"Poppy said that there are several criteria for measuring mental health: normal mind, self-confidence, right and wrong, sense of security, sense of responsibility and happiness. The full score is 180 points, and I can get at least 179 points."

An Xian: "Really? What is the deducted 1 point?"

"Sense of security." He Lin said solemnly, "As long as I'm separated from my dad for too long, I don't feel at ease. If my dad is with me forever, I can get full marks."

An Xian: ... When did you learn to be innocent and sultry?

After a pause, An Xian asked, "How many points do you think I can score?"

She thought He Dabao would answer full marks without hesitation, but after thinking about it for a long time, he replied: "160 points."

An Xian: My psychology is not as healthy as you?

"How is it calculated?"

He Lin gave an answer that surprised An Xian: "Dad's sense of security is too high, and his happiness is too low."

"If you feel too safe, you have to deduct points?"

"The sense of security is too high, which means that there is nothing to be afraid of, and nothing to care about." He Lin looked up at her and said seriously, "I want to know what you need, what you fear, what you like, what you pursue, In this way, I can work hard to meet your needs, find things you like, protect you when you are scared, and follow you closely when you pursue your goals."

An Xian was caught off guard and moved by He Dabao.

"Dad." He Lin grasped An Xian's hand and said affectionately, "Try to be a mentally healthy person like me!"

An Xian: "..." Moved back, he is still a second-hand.

After the "father and son" exchange was over, He Lin was driven back to his room to sleep.

An Xian recalled the conversation just now, couldn't help but want to laugh, and then stopped smiling.

Is the sense of security too high...

In the quiet room, He Lin was lying on the bed peacefully, but for a long time, his brows furrowed, his muscles cramped, and large drops of sweat slipped from his forehead, seeming to be in a nightmare again.

Different from the previous scenes from heaven and earth, this dream is **** and real, as if it happened right in front of his eyes, and all kinds of negative emotions such as anger, pain, hatred, exhaustion, etc., almost crashed him.

He Lin, you are such a sad guy...

He Lin bounced off the bed suddenly, a trace of blood flashed in his eyes, and hot tears overflowed uncontrollably from his eye sockets.

Everyone is dead.

Why... he is still alive?

He Lin slowly raised his eyes, looking at the familiar decorations and furnishings around him, and the missing memories were filled in a little bit.

Hua Hua...

The last person he saw was Huahua, on Asai Island.

The next day, Anxian got up early and made breakfast. He did not see He Lin and went downstairs. He swept it with his spiritual sense and found that he was not in the room and there was no sign of him near the small building.

Is it refined again?

An Xian didn't care, so he cleaned up a bit and decided to explore the relics of Xiuzhen and collect more jade slips. The disciples she had decided on were still in the Qi training stage. After the foundation was built, she would choose appropriate exercises to practice according to different spiritual roots.

He left a note to He Lin, and sent text messages to others, Anxian activated the teleportation array, and in a flash, he was thousands of miles away.

It didn't take long this time, but returned in one day. There was no one in the small building, and An Xian guessed that He Lin might be too lonely and went to the mental hospital. When she hurried over, she found that He Lin had never been there.

Strange, where did he go?

Just three days after He Lin was missing, when An Xian was about to find someone, he appeared ghostly again. Wearing pajamas, unkempt, with a fishy smell on his body, he looked like he had just encountered a shipwreck.

"Where did you go?" An Xian asked.

"I don't know." He Lin said pitifully, "When I woke up, I was lying on the beach, surrounded by strangers. I didn't know the way, so I almost couldn't come back."

An Xian patted him on the back: "Go wash, I'll let the chef cook for you."

He Lin nodded again and again, ran into the bathroom quickly, took off his pajamas, and rinsed them.

After washing, put on clean clothes, Anxian asked He Lin to eat in the kitchen, walked into the bathroom by herself, picked up the pajamas on the floor, and an item suddenly fell out.

Pick it up and look at it, it's an armband.

"This is..." If An Xian read it right, this armband should be an item worn by Fractalist.

After eating and drinking, He Lin regained his energy, and ran to find his little friend to play.

An Xian observed for a while and found no abnormalities, so he temporarily put the matter aside.

After the Chinese New Year, Ji Jingze participated in the pharmacist grade assessment and was successfully promoted to level 6 pharmacist. Master Wentai also fulfilled his promise to provide Anxian with high-quality herbs for a long time at an extremely affordable price.

The ban on Ji Jingze's return home has also been lifted, but he has now become a loyal supporter of traceability, and he doesn't care about the sense of family honor. In a mental hospital, the more expensive and glamorous, the more unwelcome he is, so he doesn't want to be innovative.

The patients who had returned home for the New Year also returned to the mental hospital one after another.

Everything is back to the original life pattern, but everyone seems to be more energetic and more creative than before, and various bizarre works of art emerge in endlessly. The lunatic museum sold these works and gradually became profitable, and patients gradually had their own private money.

Then, the psychiatric hospital began to frequently receive couriers from all over the world, everything from snacks to underwear, from bullwhip to turkey, from razors to black weapons, all-inclusive. Once someone bought a mysterious chemical agent and accidentally tested the leak when receiving it, almost not scaring the guard into bleeding.

In short, everyone's life is getting more and more joyous, and their spirits are getting more and more convulsive.