Si Jin's thoughts were involuntarily drawn back to last night.
Although he fainted, it was because his spirit was weak and he dared not close his eyes to sleep, which was a great loss.
But it seems pretty...
Moreover, A Yuan, who had been kneeling before the tombs of those gods for five hundred years, was pitifully begging him to change the style of the Heavenly Emperor's robes and the rules of the Heavenly Realm.
Si Jin frowned slightly: "Are you all taking advantage of my honesty, Heavenly Emperors?"
"No, only I can bully him."
Lin Yuan lowered his voice, leaned his head on Si Jin's shoulder, but remained silent for a long time.
He kept asking, his tone tinged with a hint of coquetry: "Is it alright, Jinjin?"
"After I leave, will you continue to mistreat Mo Linyuan?"
Si Jin thought the main consciousness was really ruthless, even harming itself.
But he really couldn't stand A Yuan's coquettish behavior before leaving.
He simply nodded and turned around gracefully.
Lin Yuan rolled over and lay down beside Si Jin.
She gently wrapped her arms around him.
"Jinjin," Lin Yuan said, "I love you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Si Jinzheng didn't know how to answer, and an unconscious call came out of her mouth.
"A-Yuan!!"
"I'm here," Lin Yuan said. "I'm with Jin Jin. I've always been here."
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Si Jin had a good, good cry.
For reasons that cannot be spoken, I shed tears without any attempt to hide them.
Tell yourself: Let it go.
A-Yuan has already atoned for all your sins, so why dwell on the past and torment yourself and those who love you?
Perhaps knowing that Si Jin needed a reason to vent, Lin Yuan remained gentle and did not wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Jinjin didn't want him to see her tears of such pain.
Then he'll pretend he doesn't know, pretend he doesn't see.
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After the storm subsided, Lin Yuan carried Si Jin to take a bath, then carefully put her back and covered her with a blanket.
She hugged him from behind and couldn't resist kissing his slightly red earlobe.
Si Jin, Si Jin...
That omnipotent celestial war god.
The high-ranking general who once saved him.
The god he had looked up to since childhood had finally fallen into his arms.
How fortunate we are.
Si Jin let him hold her like that, and slowly, slowly, she reached out her hand and grasped Lin Yuan's hand.
Just hold it gently like this.
For some reason, I suddenly felt a disorienting sense of being in another world.
He was born with heaven and earth, and is indestructible.
When did I learn to show my vulnerability to another person?
If I lived 500 years earlier, I would definitely look down on myself now.
But it definitely seems much easier with two people than with one.
Si Jin gradually fell asleep, but Lin Yuan was reluctant to close his eyes.
The chance to hug a deity directly like this is so rare; I can never get enough of looking at them.
Time passed by, second by second.
Gradually, the black hair turned back to white.
The black robe of the Heavenly Emperor transformed back into the demon's blood-red attire.
The demon's tail gradually appeared.
Little Heavenly Lord took away the memory from when the main consciousness was present.
Therefore, Mo Linyuan's memories remain in that mist.
Before she could even realize where she was, she immediately hugged Si Jin, dumbfounded, and comforted her, "Baby, it's not your fault."
Si Jin was awakened by the voice, turned around, and hugged the stunned Mo Linyuan into her arms.
"I know, I'm awake."
As she spoke, she reached out and touched the wound on his chest that she had accidentally inflicted, asking, "Does it still hurt?"
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