Si Jin nodded, lay down, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and gave the order.
"You... sleep under your own blanket, don't try to take it from me, or I'll use puppetry to throw you out the door."
Yuan Gou feigned pitifulness: "But Jin Jin, you seduced me first."
“Then you can’t…” Si Jin pulled the blanket to cover her red ear tips before saying in a muffled voice, “So cruel.”
"Isn't that because you weren't honest and answered the phone at that time?"
Telephone?
Si Jin then remembered, and despite her back pain, picked up her phone and glanced at it. Sure enough, it was Chen Yiwei calling.
He was probably furious after receiving Yu Lili's blood.
But because Lin Yuan severed his Achilles tendon, he had no other outlet for his frustration except for making phone calls.
Si Jin scrolled through the dozen or so missed calls, closed the interface, and glanced at the messages.
Sure enough, Chen Yiwei also sent a message: "I've ordered a new puppeteer's ring for you. Wear it to the circus performance at the end of the month. After the performance, I'll take you to see your good-for-nothing brother."
【good. 】
Si Jin was exhausted and didn't bother to waste words with him.
Lin Yuan held her and fed her a bowl of porridge, then she fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she saw that Lin Yuan had already finished collecting the packages.
He carefully examined the ring and, finding no other mechanisms or abnormalities, felt relieved. He leaned against Lin Yuan and spoke softly.
"Do you think Chen Yiwei really just wanted to give me a pretty ring?"
"I don't know." Lin Yuan hugged the person tighter: "But whatever you want to do, just let go. With me here, I won't let anything happen to you."
If Chen Yiwei dares to cause trouble in front of you again, I can crush his soul in an instant.
"Okay, thank you, Ayuan."
"Just a verbal thank you?"
Si Jin turned around, kissed the other person's lips, and said with a blush, "I can only thank you verbally, my back is still sore."
Lin Yuan pulled the person onto his lap in a harsh tone: "Well... thank you for the money, okay?"
… …
For the next ten days, Lin Yuan cooked different dishes for Si Jin every day, which made the boy's body better and better, and his personality became more and more cheerful.
Of course, my back is also getting worse and worse.
However, Lin Yuan didn't do anything the day before the circus performance.
Upon arriving at the venue, he immediately ascertained the types and quantities of weapons carried by all the attendees.
Only after confirming that he could wipe them all out in an instant did he feel comfortable letting Si Jin go to perform.
The circus performance is scheduled for 8 p.m., and the entire venue is brightly lit. After the clown's performance, it's Sijin's turn to perform.
The young man, dressed in an exquisite tailcoat, had white lines shooting out from the ring on his hand, allowing him to easily control Lin Yuan's actions.
Juggling, riding bicycles, even walking on a tightrope upside down.
The exquisite puppetry performance left the audience in awe, eliciting gasps of amazement.
The more outstanding he was, the happier Chen Yiwei, hiding behind the red curtain, became.
Great! This time, we can finally sell Chen Sijin, who's practically turned into a puppet, for a good price.
Oh right, and there's the blood draw, which he can do right now.
Thinking this, he lightly pressed the mechanism in his pocket, and barbs instantly grew from the ten rings on Si Jin's hand, piercing into the boy's ten fingers.
The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and fresh blood drips down.
Si Jin's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but gasp, but she was still trying to tighten the white lines so that Lin Yuan wouldn't fall.
His movements were too hasty, and the barbs were too sharp; before long, the white bone could be seen in the severely injured areas of his fingers.
Chen Yiwei proudly put on the ring and was about to release the white thread to draw Si Jin's blood when he saw Lin Yuan suddenly flip onto the wire and instantly sever all the white threads on his body.
Because both of them were in a hurry, the few drops of blood from the Heavenly Lord were collected into Si Jin's ring along the white line.
Blood mingles, souls face each other.
A deluge of memories surged forth, quietly awakening within my soul...
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