(ps: The previous chapter was blocked again. It seems that st and xl are completely untouchable.

I originally wanted to let myself go, but I didn't expect that I would crash before I even took off.

Then there is nothing I can do about this story, I can only cut it in half.

Although there is a small reversal afterwards, it doesn’t make any sense, so I just skipped this plot. I hope you can forgive me.

In the future, I will not write too dark stories anymore.)

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"It's not as difficult as I imagined to deal with these perverts."

Next to the garden downstairs of the hospital, Wen Yiqian sat on a chair with a smug smile on his face.

This time, he caught a pervert without turning on the performance mode, and he still felt quite accomplished.

The hospital also kept its promise, waived all medical expenses for him and generously contracted all the hospitalization expenses for him.

In this way, at least you don’t have to worry about not being able to pay the medical expenses, and you don’t have to go to the woman to ask for money.

"What is the most important thing for a person to live in a lifetime? Face!" Wen Yiqian patted his face, "Isn't I a slutty guy who wants money every few days?"

However, the part between him and other young guys who eat soft rice is that he can eat soft rice hard.

When others are having a soft meal, they have to act according to the rich woman's expression, and at least they have to make the rich woman happy.

Wen Yiqian can not only eat the soft rice of those rich women without restraint, but also act according to his expression.

It was really good to think about it, but when he didn't turn on the performance mode, he was very thin-skinned. Generally speaking, he was embarrassed to talk to those women at all.

"But in general, this time it's thanks to the Palace of Thinking." Wen Yiqian looked ahead with a dull look and murmured softly, "If you can use this ability well, it will be much easier to deal with those perverts."

He paused, "But... did I discover this ability, or did the male protagonist's body bring it?"

Wen Yiqian was a little confused for a moment. Anyway, he never mentioned in the original book that the male protagonist has such ability.

However, there are too many things that did not appear in the original book.

Even, as time goes by, the hero seems to have exposed more and more secrets.

Many times, Wen Yiqian feels that the male protagonist is a bit too unfamiliar.

He always couldn't help but think of that sentence in his mind... He is a man who writes books and knows how to use a hammer.

"I'm afraid I don't even understand a hammer..." Wen Yiqian sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

He was preparing to unfold the Palace of Thinking again. With the experience of the first two times, it shouldn't be too difficult.

However, after a long time, it was unsuccessful.

"I really can't play without any blood? What kind of curse is this?" Wen Yiqian opened his eyes, scratched his head, and looked helpless, "The performance mode is like this, and the thinking palace is like this. Are you getting it wrong?"

He felt like he was a purely headwind player.

As long as you feel stress or crisis, what performance modes and thinking palaces can be easily picked up.

On the contrary, in this safe and calm atmosphere, Wen Yiqian was a little confused about what to do.

"Look for it carefully, the state at that time." Wen Yiqian took a few deep breaths and gradually calmed down. "If you want to simulate the palace of thinking, you only need to do those points."

"It must be designed first, the time, place, and people."

"Time: Night."

“Location: Hospital back garden.”

"People: Me!"

"Bang!"

With Wen Yiqian's crisp snap of his fingers, when he opened his eyes again, a bright moon hung high in the sky.

The cunning moonlight spreads to the earth, laying a layer of white veil for the world.

The back garden of the hospital was quiet and there was no sign of a person.

"Even if it's not the first time I've come in, I still feel it's amazing." Wen Yiqian stood up and looked around, "Is this the world of thinking?"

He pinched his face, which felt touching.

"Why is it so real?" Wen Yiqian showed some doubts on his face, "In theory, all this is just an illusion I see in my mind, and it shouldn't be so real."

"To be precise, this so-called palace of thinking is actually a dream that I actively control and shaped."

"Does people feel touched in dreams?"

Wen Yiqian lifted up his clothes and glanced at his shoulder.

There was still a bandage on it, and he reached out and touched it.

"Don't it hurt?" Wen Yiqian moved his shoulders, without any discomfort at all.

Immediately, he prepared to do the activities.

Wen Yiqian simply walked around and ran for two circles.

Then... I did dozens of up and down squats, sit-ups, legs high and three sets of radio gymnastics.

The injured body felt no discomfort at all.

"Have touch, no pain, and no fatigue." Wen Yiqian made his own judgment.

"If it's the case in reality, I can exercise at least three hours a day." He couldn't help but sigh, "In less than a year, you can have eight abdominal muscles and reach the peak of your life."

"However, there is no one here, which is really scary." Wen Yiqian looked around and always felt a little gloomy and terrible.

As his thoughts surged, a figure gradually appeared in front of him.

The figure was covered with a faint black mist on his body, and he couldn't see clearly, or even tell whether it was a man or a woman.

It is somewhat similar to the perverted image that Wen Yiqian simulated before.

"What are you? A microcosm of pervert?" Wen Yiqian raised his eyebrows and looked at the figure.

The figure stood there stupidly, motionless, like a zombie.

Wen Yiqian thought about it, his appearance flashed through his mind, and his thoughts changed and he snapped his fingers.

The black mist on the figure gradually dissipated and turned into his current appearance, exactly what he is.

But it was still the same, with a blank expression on his face and a blank look, not like a living person at all.

Wen Yiqian walked forward and touched the other person's body, which still had a very real touch.

"But always feel that this has become even more strange." He looked at himself in front of him and couldn't help but mutter.

"Can you talk?" Wen Yiqian asked around the other party.

As soon as he said that, he felt like an idiot.

This is his thinking palace, everything is shaped by him. How can the other party have self-awareness?

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the figure looked straight ahead and turned slightly, gradually gaining a little spirituality and spirit.

Wen Yiqian was shocked and subconsciously took a few steps back.

This feeling was too strange. At that moment, he even suspected that the other party had independent thinking.

Unexpectedly, when the figure saw this scene, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he actually showed a strange smile, looking at Wen Yiqian quietly.
Chapter completed!