In short, he successfully softened Ji Lin's attitude.
Her eloquent tongue seemed to have tied in knots, and she could no longer utter any grand words to stop Si Jin.
His gaze lowered, and after a moment of stunned silence, he reached out with both hands and tightly grasped one of Si Jin's hands.
The man's hands trembled slightly, his thumbs gently stroking his fair and slender fingers.
In just 5 seconds, Si Jin felt fine beads of sweat seeping from Ji Lin's palms.
“Ah Lin?” Si Jinghui grasped his hand, holding it tightly. “Perhaps you can tell me what you experienced there.”
"I...I don't know either..."
"I...I don't...have any impression of that place...it was Ji Linyuan..."
"Brother...brother..." When Ji Lin was timid, he turned back into Ji Linyuan.
Now, not only his hands were trembling, but his voice was shaking too: "I don't want to... go back there, I don't want you... to see me... in such a cowardly state..."
His body was shaking violently, and Si Jin had to use some effort to lift his head.
At first glance, I saw a face whose sharp features had faded, now streaked with tears.
"Xiao Yuan, don't cry, don't cry, okay?" Si Jin hugged him and gently kissed his lover's eyes. "I'll go to Ghost City and tear down everything that hurt you, okay?"
Ji Linyuan didn't speak, but hugged Si Jin even tighter.
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to many years ago.
They returned to the dark, ghostly realm where white-clad female ghosts hung upside down all around.
Unable to walk, they stretched out their long fingernails, screaming in broken voices, trying to reach him again and again.
Meanwhile, the Ghost City Lord, who had long received the letter from Qingfeng Temple promising to eliminate him for Qingfeng Temple, sat on the throne not far away.
He wore a black robe and propped his head up with one hand.
While devouring human souls, they watched with great interest this one-sided execution.
Ji Linyuan's body was covered in bloody holes from the disgusting female ghost's claws, and the dripping blood was constantly stimulating his sensitive nerves.
He had no companions and could not call for help.
She could only huddle in a relatively safe, small cave, hugging herself tightly with tears streaming down her face.
If he hadn't been forced into this situation, how could he have talked to himself and imagined a Ji Lin who would gently comfort him, and a Ji Yuan who would protect him with a gun?
But now, some people are saving him, and others are willingly being held by him, dragged into the ghost realm, and pulled into the abyss.
As long as Ji Linyuan is willing to recall, Si Jin can use her divine power to detect a bit of his past.
Such a young child, just because of a baseless prediction, was labeled a "child of the six yin," and they even went so far as to contact the city lord of the ghost city to get rid of him.
The ultimate goal of doing this was to make Qingfeng Temple famous among the various schools of Taoism.
Really...
Awesome! Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!
Si Jin's heart was gripped tightly, her anger rising, and her eyes filled with an unconcealable killing intent.
No wonder Qingfeng Temple is a small sect established thirty years ago, yet in just a few years, its reputation has rivaled that of Tiance Palace, which has a history of three hundred years.
So it turns out... it was bought with human lives.
"No, I can't hold you like this." Suddenly, the person in his arms seemed to remember something, and pushed Si Jin away. His violent emotions made his eyes red, but his lips were pale and bloodless due to tension.
He screamed in despair, “I can’t take you to that hellhole, nobody can! They…they…”
"Xiao Yuan." Si Jin called out, pulling the person back from the brink of collapse.
I endured the slight lower back pain after blocking out the pain and straightened up.
Without a word, she sealed Ji Linyuan's lips with hers.
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