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Chapter 1643 NO.260: Just like that, Bai Ren's life is complete
Just like the treatment mentioned before, thanks to the fact that there are more ways to solve the problem than just fighting hard, Narita Bairen has received mental interference from the source energy field and used a small nose patch to seal the negative emotions that were unusual in both source and regeneration frequency.

The seal was quite effective.

It was so effective that in the years since then until now, no one has ever worried about the recurrence of that psychological risk.

Even she herself has gotten used to wearing the nose patch every day. Even if it gets damaged or falls off occasionally, as long as it is not in a dark place, she can stick it on herself. If her elder sister does it for her, it is even easier. The small ritual of a few seconds and the small props can maintain long-term stability, allowing her heart to return to the flawless stability of the past.

Because of this, when she took the initiative to ask Omer to stop relying on nose patches and overcome this abnormal psychology, it was undoubtedly one of the rare times in her life that she was scheming.

The psychological risks are not important. What is important is that it is reasonable to let the trainer contact you.

Even if it is a body part like the bridge of the nose, which has no private significance, the mind will be tense and extremely nervous and uneasy because of the fear of the shadow that will return instantly after the nose patch is removed. As the eldest sister complained, there is a weird atmosphere of some kind of private contact.

But it seemed that she was the only one who thought so... After this process continued for several times and the other party's reaction remained unchanged, she couldn't help but feel worried.

As for the cure of the mental illness...

What cure? Even if it's not cured, I can still live my life the same. On the contrary, if it is really cured, there is no reason for the trainer to contact me so intently. Then I must keep it!
On the contrary, although she would subconsciously look at the corners, the gaps, and all the places where shadows might be every time she took off the nose patch, it seemed that as long as it was Omer who did it, she could really tolerate the nose patch that reduced a very small area... This development made her feel a little anxious.

I don’t know why it works, but if it continues like this, wouldn’t this kind of interactive session just become a countdown with each one coming less? !

No progress, no money spent... No, that's not right. I just wanted to reassure my elder sister, so I proposed this plan. It doesn't matter if there is progress or not... But still... No, no buts, I shouldn't expect that kind of development. I didn't expect it...

In the long-term entanglement that was able to throw away the fear of frequent visits as the nose patch was removed, she was neither frank nor wanted to cause trouble, but occasionally wanted to keep rumors like "Trainer Omer and Narita Shirahito have an unusual relationship! I saw him apply the nose patch to each other with his own hands!"

She wanted to let variations of those rumors continue to exist, wanted to see the handsome and domineering demon more often, and wanted this kind of time to continue, but she still remembered her original goal.

Cup of Dreams. Halfway through, only a few days left.

The hidden dangers that were originally used as an excuse to overcome and the will training were actually progressing steadily with real progress and results. This made her feel more and more absurd, and she became more sensitive to the fact that this might be the opportunity to make a choice.

It is necessary to resolve the psychological risks, give up the cunning tricks that you have worked so hard to think of and do, and embrace victory.

Or vice versa?
It's like asking which one you prefer, career or love, but the sad thing is that this hasn't even reached the level of love yet, and the answer to which one to choose seems to be obvious.

There is no inversion.

Facing the suggestion from the kid at the teahouse that hinted at some dissatisfaction, Narita Shirahito didn't really understand what the suggestion meant, but...

As one of the core members of Omer Linton's fan club, and one of the sponsors of his activities and peripheral products, this "Wolf King" (both the voting website and the fan account are called Wolf King) knows as much about Omer Linton as a fan can, and has an understanding of the two images of "dark night" and "waning moon" that is not far from the truth.

"it is good."

Her response, as above, inevitably reminds people of the Far East Derby not long ago.

I think of the recklessness of the rhythmless runner who does not consider the long-term future and only cares about the progress in the present.

This is true.

Her rhythm had begun to fall apart months ago, and now there was nothing left. Even if she tried to hold on to it occasionally, it would only rise a little before falling apart again like it was now.

"Why can't I imagine that my sister is a love-brained person?" She could still hear her elder sister's complaints, which made her feel confused again.

Why am I in love?
It was obvious that she had not given everything for love, nor had she been thinking about Omar all the time, nor had she shown any courtesy.

Is it just that you occasionally give up some small things and do things that you don’t normally do?
You see, I have given up my original plan for the sake of running the race. It is definitely not because I want to see the heart of Omer Linton that most of his fans have no chance to see.

Well, absolutely not.

Who was the person who immediately agreed to the teahouse and made Omer look at him in astonishment? Do you know him, Narita Shirahito?
do not know.

The white little Bairen asked the black little Bairen, and after getting such an answer, he nodded, said yes and shook hands. After reaching an agreement, he had to face the shadow that suddenly swept everything and disappeared without a trace.

The fear that she had once thrown into a corner, as if it were the most insignificant thing, regained its rightful place in that moment when the dream became clear.

It's like having your feet glued to the ground, like facing the hottest stove.

Narita Shirahito froze in place, sweat oozing from his forehead, his breathing and pulse unconsciously quickened, simply because of the darkness that almost completely enveloped the surroundings.

The nose patch that was taken off within a minute of being put on should have been at the feet.

But she didn't dare to look down.

The street in the distance was lit up, and it was only a hundred meters away. As a horse racing girl and a former triple crown winner, it was a distance that she could easily cross with just a step.

But why can't I take a step forward?
Why so stiff?
Am I afraid? What am I afraid of? Is there anything I should be afraid of?
I……

What to fight?
There is no answer.

She couldn't think of it, but this body seemed not to belong to her, as if it was fighting against something she couldn't think of or remember, and she couldn't take a step forward.

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She even forgot why she came here. She no longer had any thought of appreciating the trainer's inner thoughts. She just subconsciously pursued the figure that was there just a few seconds ago that seemed like months.

Where is the teahouse?
Why is it gone?

Where are the trainers?

Where is the trainer? When she subconsciously thought so, a slightly pale and soft light sprinkled on her and illuminated her side.

The flat concrete ground with flooring on the edges to mark the boundary between the street and the road made her rapid breathing stop and she found a little peace of mind.

Just a little.

Because she caught a glimpse of her feet, and caught a glimpse of the shadow at her feet.

Even with the light, the shadow was still like a maggot on the tarsal bone. At this moment, it turned into something terrifying, causing her to look away while trembling subconsciously, looking at the light source in the distance, looking at the broken arc that was even farther away and casting that pale light.

that's it.

She saw the waning moon wrapped in countless dark clouds.

In the dark clouds that should have once again reflected the withered fear in her eyes and reminded her of the terrifying thing from the stars, the waning moon that seemed to break through the clouds and the scattered stars around it occupied her entire field of vision.

She saw it.

That's not a star point.

That's a distant eyeball.

That's not a waning moon.

That's a twisted chain.

The ferocious outline that was as sharp and majestic as anything in the world, together with the other giant beasts standing in the darkness, seemed to be dozing or staring there, which fascinated her.

Forgot all the rush and panic.