Chapter 2181 [Extra Chapter] The Morbid Painter VS. The God in the Painting (The End)
In the seconds before the paintbrush burned, Lin Yuan's eyes were deep, and he used almost all his strength to grasp Si Jin's hand.
Su'an is dead. He wants to embrace a new life and properly say goodbye to the past.
Jinjin was the only one he wanted to keep; he couldn't let her go, nor could he let her go.
It takes courage to say goodbye to the past, and only then can you receive divine favor.
I don't know how much time passed, but the paintbrush burned out, and the firelight gradually dimmed, yet the touch in my left hand remained real and warm.
Lin Yuan turned his head and saw the long-haired god still smiling gently at him, filling his heart completely without doing anything.
Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. When he opened his mouth, his nose felt a little sore, and his voice trembled.
As if she had survived a catastrophe, she was filled with indescribable joy: "When we were traveling before, you said that God... God will not be attached to the human world."
"But I will cherish you."
Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, only to be carefully wiped away by Si Jin's raised hand.
He was asked, "You've always lived in Su An's shadow, so why couldn't you see his bad side?"
Lin Yuan sniffed twice, opened his arms and hugged Si Jin, leaning on his shoulder for a long time before murmuring, "He said that I was raised by him, that I have delusions, and that only he doesn't despise me and treats me like a brother. Everything he does is for my own good."
“I have no way to refute him. He stands on the moral high ground, he stands in the sunlight.”
Si Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood why he hated the scorching white light when he first entered this dream.
Because the light is dazzling, evil people hide in the light, making it difficult to detect their malice.
“But now it’s all right, Jinjin,” Lin Yuan continued, “I have you.”
"I am very happy."
Upon hearing these words, Si Jin's eyes sharpened, and she instinctively became alert.
Although I spent half a year with this little A Yuan, I still felt reluctant to part with him when the time came.
He immediately contacted Xiao Yao: How long will this dream last?
Two days!
That's good.
Si Jin responded, and as the firelight died down, he quietly hugged his artist and asked, "Shall we open a bottle of champagne tonight to celebrate?"
Lin Yuan's ears twitched, and he quickly wiped away his tears, joyfully replying, "Open!"
Not only is it going to be held, but he's also prepared some new tricks!
… …
On a clear, starry night, after several rounds of drinks, Si Jin was pulled into Lin Yuan's arms and kissed.
After finally being released, the deity let out a labored "humph," and before he could catch his breath, the motion-sensor light on the bedside table turned on with a faint red glow.
It sounded like an alarm, something he shouldn't have made.
The drunken Xiao Jin subconsciously bit her lip, her brows furrowed deeply. She dared not ask any questions, and could only stare at the man opposite her with his deep phoenix eyes, puzzled.
He whispered seductively in her ear, "This is the 175th trick I've given you: voice control and light control."
Si Jin: ?
"You can sense even the faintest sound." Lin Yuan leaned down and kissed the tip of the god's ear, which was flushed red, then pressed his lips to his, explaining word by word, "It lit up, which means Jin Jin made a sound, so..."
"Show it once, add one more time."
Si Jin: ? ? ?
He felt extremely dizzy, and soon his consciousness began to blur.
He didn't know how many times the voice-activated light turned on; he only felt a constant red light flashing in front of his eyes until he fainted, and it never went out.
… …
When I woke up again, the red light had disappeared, and incandescent lights were on all around me.
The white door that led out of the dream appeared.
The warm white light, no longer as aggressive as it had been at their first meeting, proved that Lin Yuan's inner conflict had been completely resolved.
Xiao Ayuan is gone, but a drawing board has appeared on Si Jin's bedside.
The image above is still of a deity descending to earth, but beside the deity is now a devout yet wicked curly-haired artist.
He knelt on one knee and kissed the hand of the deity bearing the wedding ring, imprisoning his muse with love.
There was also warm porridge by the bedside, which must have been prepared for him by Lin Yuan.
Si Jin sat up, picked up the soup spoon, and drank the porridge spoonful by spoonful before walking out of the white door and slowly stepping towards the next door.
The first black door had a window, and the second white door brought warmth to the light.
The third door... seemed to be a very ordinary wooden door.
From a distance, it doesn't look special, but once you get close, you'll smell a sour, pungent odor, like aged vinegar that's been stored for thousands of years.
Si Jin clicked her tongue, bought gloves from the system store, and then reluctantly reached out to push him away.
Three seconds later, the strong sour smell disappeared, and Si Jin finally slowly opened her eyes.
All around was white, making it impossible to tell where I was. Looking further ahead, I saw two fluffy white... claws.
So, in this dream, he... isn't a human?
Si Jin took a deep breath and contacted Xiao Yao to learn that she had turned into a mini rabbit, so small that she could be held in the palm of her hand, and was being locked inside a hollowed-out white radish by a certain unscrupulous Xiao A Yuan.
"…………"
A rabbit-themed New Year's greeting card: Wishing you prosperity and a red envelope!
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