Chapter 2115 Uncle Luo's Limited-Time Return, He's Truly My Kid!
After finishing writing, Si Jin seemed to have accomplished something great, and leaned against the wall with a scarlet thorn chain above her head.
His eyes were lightly closed. He was clearly exhausted, and even his breathing took a long time to catch his breath, but a defiant smile appeared on his lips.
It seemed as if he was solemnly declaring war on a despicable person whom he utterly despised.
He will win, and that person will die.
The arrogant god, with his sharp and menacing aura, even leaning against the wall, resembled a lurking lion, making people afraid to approach.
The prolonged standoff felt like a deadly drain. Si Jin gradually slowed her breathing, her long eyelashes drooped, and her eyelids began to droop uncontrollably.
But I can't sleep.
He kept telling himself: This is just an illusion.
This time it's the Heavenly Prison; next time, who knows where my consciousness will sink to?
If I dream of him marrying the Heavenly Emperor, that would be terrifying. It's better to stay here.
Perhaps... someone will eventually come to take him home.
Si Jin shook her head, using almost all of her divine sense to continue stubbornly holding on with a blank stare.
It's as if they're saying, "If this drags on, I won't have an easy time either, and nobody else will either."
Blood dripped from his face, staining his silver hair red, pooling at his collarbone to form a shallow pool of blood that looked both terrifying and pitiful.
Si Jin felt a little cold, so she habitually hugged her knees and curled herself into a small ball.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he saw the iron gate of the Heavenly Prison in front of him disappear.
The scarlet barrier gradually dissipated, revealing a beam of pure white light.
It was a bit dazzling, but when it landed on him, it was incredibly warm, as if it could bring his frozen heart back to life.
Someone stood there, a dim reflection slowly approaching him.
Black leather shoes, white suit, gold-rimmed glasses, fox-like eyes.
Even though they were quite far apart—at least, in Si Jin's eyes, there was still some distance—she could clearly feel the scorching heat emanating from him.
yes……
As if realizing something, Si Jin propped herself up with her hands on the ground and gritted her teeth as she sat up.
He tried to shift his body, but even just covering the two lines he had written behind him caused him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Blood was uncontrollably sliding down the corner of my mouth again; it must look awful and unattractive.
It's been so long since I've seen my uncle, I can't just meet him like this.
Si Jin raised her hand, her mud-stained prison uniform brushing against her cheek, hurriedly wiping away the blood. Finally, before Lin Yuan arrived, she managed to put on a smile.
But his prison clothes were filthy, and although the blood had dried, his face still had irregular patches of mud.
But that smile was like a flower blooming on the edge of a precipice, capable of shattering one's heart in an instant.
Without hesitation, Lin Yuan pulled him into his arms, his fingertips trembling, his lips trembling, his breath trembling, but his hands holding Si Jin were steady.
Because your hands can't shake.
He could be afraid, he could feel heartache, but he always had to remember that no matter what, he had to give Jinjin a sense of security first.
Lin Yuan tried to regulate his breathing until his voice sounded normal before telling him, word by word, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, baby. This is fake. Uncle is here. Uncle will take you away, okay?"
"Okay." Si Jin responded sullenly, letting Lin Yuan pick her up.
As she fell into a warm embrace, everything terrifying around her was gradually enveloped by the white light and disappeared.
However, just before disappearing, Si Jin noticed that Lin Yuan's eyes had noticed something.
So he immediately raised his hand and blocked his view through his glasses.
But Lin Yuan still saw that line: "The shackles of the world are but a dream, formless, shapeless, and without self."
As if she had received some kind of comfort, before Si Jin could react, the other person lowered their head and gently placed a kiss on her lips.
Si Jin was stunned, like a child throwing a tantrum, her lowered eyes gradually filled with resentment.
But in his ear, he heard Uncle Luo's gentle yet proud voice: "As expected of my child, even at a time like this, he is still thinking about mocking the enemy."
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