Dragon Raja: Back from Tiling, My Mother Lu Mingfei

"what?"

Old Tang was stunned, somewhat not understanding what the psychologist meant.

But for some reason, this image involuntarily formed in my mind:

I transformed into a cute little 101i standing in front of the mirror, wearing a pink dress and with two bows in my hair, pouting and making a heart shape with my hands in front of the mirror.

"..."

wrong!

wrong!

wrong!

He's a man! A burly guy who's 1.78 meters tall, how could he possibly imagine himself wearing a short skirt?!

Old Tang chuckled twice and scratched his greasy long hair.

"Dr. Kennedy, you have such a vivid imagination, you really know how to joke."

He paused, then added, "And my name is Ronald Don, not Donald. Donald is the duck."

Huai Xu smiled slightly and scribbled something casually on the notebook.

The phrase "dragons and phoenixes dancing" actually means: an arrogant army will surely be defeated, a defeated army will surely be miserable, a miserable army will surely be victorious, a victorious army will surely be arrogant, and an arrogant army will surely be defeated...

The feedback from "Twelfth Night" was more complicated than he had anticipated.

Constructing a "story" without any details and completely unrelated to the fabricated subject's own experiences will most likely fail.

It's a bit like grafting the upper body of a horse onto a tree; it looks plausible, but it's actually impossible for the horse to survive.

But the fabricated psychological counseling session was much more effective.

Because that memory is "reasonable," consistent with Lao Tang's experiences and state of mind.

This guy usually does dirty work, like tomb raiding and selling antiques. And he keeps dreaming that Constantine is crying and calling him "brother" in his dreams.

For this matter, he even went to see an old lady who claimed to be able to communicate with spirits, and paid her two hundred dollars. However, the old lady said that he was possessed by something unclean and that he would have to pay another three hundred dollars to perform the ritual.

This thing has absolutely no connection to Lao Tang's real experience.

He has lived for over twenty years and has never considered himself a child of 101i, nor has he had any related experiences that can serve as an anchor point for this memory.

So the image flashed briefly before popping up.

Huai Xu assessed the depletion of his mental energy.

not much.

It seems that the consumption of "Twelfth Night" is closely related to the authenticity, logic, and relevance of the story to the experiences of the person being woven into it.

The more plausible the story, the less energy it consumes.

The more outrageous the story, the greater the cost.

Forcibly transforming someone into a mini-101i... well, that probably falls into the "outrageous" category.

However, since the weaving failed, there was not much consumption.

Well, how come it's UR...?

It can continue.

Huai Xu pondered what to do next.

He originally intended to use "Twelfth Night" to directly transform Old Tang, hoping to separate Norton's "Dragon" from Old Tang's "personality."

One should obediently live like a human, while the other can be slaughtered however one pleases.

At that time, we'll each go our own way and keep to ourselves.

If all else fails...

and many more……

Huai Xu was stunned.

What is he doing?

Wasn't he here to kill Norton?

How did it turn into trying to save Old Tang?

......

He suddenly realized the crux of the problem.

For him, whether the Dragon King existed or not was completely unimportant.

As long as his peaceful life isn't disturbed, and his recognition of his mother isn't interfered with, what does it matter to him whether those dragon kings love or die?

So what is he doing now?

Are they concerned about Old Tang's mental state? Are they figuring out how to reform him on "Twelfth Night"? Are they trying to separate his personality from Long Ge's?

Why?

Huai Xu put down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

Old Tang looked at him blankly when he suddenly stopped talking, not daring to make a sound to disturb him.

Oh, right...

Because of Lu Mingfei.

He didn't want Old Tang to die.

To be precise, it was because they didn't want Lu Mingfei to be sad after Lao Tang died.

Lu Mingfei and he were just online friends; they had never met and had no real relationship.

but……

Old Tang was one of Lu Mingfei's few friends.

If Lao Tang dies, Lu Mingfei will be very sad.

Whether he admits it or not.

And the locust tree...

I don't want to make my mom sad.

It's that simple.

No, wait a minute.

Huai Xu suddenly thought of another question.

When did he start caring so much about Lu Mingfei's feelings?

He initially adopted Lu Mingfei as his mother simply to become stronger.

S-class bloodline, Dragon King-level combat power, and power obtained without effort.

After spending more than half a year together, feelings gradually developed, which is normal.

He considered Lu Mingfei one of his own, so he didn't want to upset him.

That's normal.

but……

When did he become this kind of person?

He wasn't like this before.

Huai Xu recalled the number on the system panel.

67%

Lu Mingfei's level of approval for him.

And what about his own approval rating?

The system never displays his approval rating of his mother.

"..."

Huai Xu wrote in his notebook: Proceed step by step, from shallow to deep.

You can't just build a skyscraper; you have to lay a foundation first.

First, we made up some short stories related to Lao Tang's real experiences to build trust.

Then slowly add things in...

He silently began writing his sonnet.

Now, every word he utters has the power to move people.

Huai Xu closed the notebook and put it aside.

Then he looked up at Old Tang.

"Mr. Tang."

"Um?"

"Actually, I didn't come here today for psychological counseling."

Old Tang paused for a moment, then...

He stopped before he could finish speaking.

Huai Xu's eyes suddenly reddened.

Those beautiful eyes slowly, slowly filled with tears.

Then tears silently streamed down my face.

Old Tang was stunned.

What's going on?

"Dr. Kennedy? You..."

Huai Xu just sat there, looking at Lao Tang, tears silently streaming down his face.

It was like resentment and longing, like weeping and lamenting.

It was an emotion that transcended sadness.

It's like someone you've been searching for for a very long time finally appearing in front of you; you want to say something, but you can't say anything at all.

Old Tang was completely dumbfounded.

what's going on?

No, wait...

Isn't he the one here for psychological counseling?

Why did the counselor start crying?

It seems like you're the one who needs psychological counseling more!

But I don't know why...

Seeing the young doctor shed tears, Old Tang also felt inexplicably heartbroken.

My chest felt like it was blocked by something, a dull ache, and I couldn't breathe.

My nose started to feel sore.

My throat feels tight.

Her eyes were red-rimmed.

strangeness.

I don't know this person at all, I don't know why he's crying, I don't know his story, I don't know anything about him.

But he just felt...

sad.

After a while, Huai Xu took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped away his tears, and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

Old Tang quickly waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing... It's normal to be stressed in the field of psychological counseling. You have to listen to people complain all day long, and you need an outlet for yourself too. I understand, I really understand."

Huai Xu folded the handkerchief, put it in his pocket, and looked up at Old Tang.

"Mr. Tang."

"Um?"

"You really don't remember?"

Old Tang was even more confused. "Remember what? We...have met before?"

He went through his memories.

Nothing.

He had never seen such a handsome living person.

"Are you... mistaken for someone else?"

Huai Xu shook his head.

"Mr. Tang."

"Um?"

"You are my long-lost mother."