Chapter 189 I'm still not reassured
After Yueqing finished speaking, she didn't even dare to look at him again, afraid that any extra expression of hers would disrupt this hard-won balance.
She picked up her daughter, who was already engrossed in eating the milk fruit, turned around, and almost fled, quickly walked out of the stone house.
When the first rays of warm sunlight fell on her, Yueqing realized that her back was completely soaked with cold sweat.
She turned around and glanced at the dark cave entrance.
Inside the stone house, the man who once filled her with fear and despair was now holding their son in an extremely awkward position.
A cold-hearted deity.
A vulnerable baby.
This scene is absurd, yet it is filled with an ineffable hope.
Yueqing took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and, holding her daughter, walked towards the valley where medicinal herbs grew in her memory.
She knew she had to find the materials for the Soul-Gathering Grass as soon as possible.
It's not just about the mission rewards.
It was also to help him find the soul that belonged to "Silver Tiger" as soon as possible.
Inside the stone house.
Silver Tiger looked down at the tiny, warm life in his arms.
The little guy stopped crying, but just waved his little fists, occasionally hitting his chest with a soft, weak punch.
An unprecedented, unfamiliar feeling slowly seeped into his frozen inner world through the places where their bodies touched.
His idealized rationality still tells him that he should let go of this thing and restore his absolute, uninterrupted state.
But his body remained completely still.
He just held him.
Quietly, I felt that irresistible pull from the deepest part of my blood.
Inside the stone house, time seemed to be stretched into thick syrup, flowing slowly and sluggishly.
Silver Tiger remained in that awkward pose, like an ancient statue that had been forcibly given a new function.
The little one in my arms was waving his arms and legs restlessly.
His dark pupils reflected the baby's tiny face, a completely new kind of bewilderment he had never understood before.
What is this thing? Why is it here? Why am I holding it? Countless questions swirled in his mind, which had become almost entirely rational, but he could not find any answers.
All he knew was that his body's instincts overwhelmed all logic.
After an unknown amount of time, the little one in my arms began to wriggle restlessly, kicking its tiny hands and feet in the swaddling clothes and making impatient whimpering sounds.
To Silver Tiger, the sound was meaningless noise.
His reason urged him to put down the source of the noise and return to the absolute silence and tranquility where no one could disturb him.
But the body's instincts reacted first.
A nameless sense of unease, like weeds, grew wildly on the edge of his frozen heart.
Along with the frustration came a feeling he had never experienced before—helplessness.
"Ugh... Wow..."
The whimpering quickly escalated into a loud cry.
The cry was sharp and full of life, like a sharp little awl relentlessly drilling into his solid divine barrier.
Silver Tiger reacted on his own initiative for the first time.
He looked at the little one in his arms, whose face was red from crying, and the actions Yueqing had taken earlier flashed through his mind.
So he imitated her, moving his arm very stiffly and awkwardly.
This action is not born of thought, but is a pure imitation derived from bloodline memory.
However, the imitation of the gods clearly lacked soul.
His shaking was less a soothing gesture and more a jolting motion on a delicate instrument.
The effect was predictable.
"Wow—Wow!"
The crying did not stop; instead, it became even more piercing due to the uncomfortable shaking.
On Yin Hu's handsome, godlike face, his brows were furrowed into a knot.
For the first time, a distinct emotion that could be described as "tricky" emerged in the man's cold eyes.
Shaking won't work.
He stopped what he was doing and tried to change the position of the crying little thing.
He supported the baby's back with one hand and adjusted the swaddle with the other.
But his hands, which were used to tearing space and controlling elements, seemed incredibly clumsy when faced with such soft and fragile life.
With a misstep, the little guy's body slid downwards.
In that instant, Silver Tiger's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Almost reflexively, he tightened his arms instantly, firmly pulling the baby back into his embrace.
His movements were swift and precise, carrying a hint of tension that he himself was unaware of.
The little one in my arms was startled by this sudden turn of events, and even paused in his crying.
In the midst of the chaos, Xiao Bao's frantically waving little hands, as if grasping at a lifeline, grabbed a strand of long silver hair that had fallen from Yin Hu's shoulder.
The hair was cool, smooth, and had a strange feel to it.
Something amazing happened.
The baby's crying stopped abruptly.
He stopped wriggling, and just stared curiously at the tall, unfamiliar thing with his big, dark eyes that were just like the silver tiger's. His little hands were tightly clutching the strand of silver hair, as if he had found the most interesting toy in the world, and he even tried to put it in his mouth from time to time.
Silver Tiger looked down at this dramatic scene.
The little thing held her hair in its hand, and an indescribable tingling sensation spread from her hair through her scalp to her entire body.
His body froze completely, and he temporarily forgot to think, as well as the coldness of that divinity.
Meanwhile, dozens of miles away in a valley, Yueqing's mood was also fluctuating like a roller coaster.
Holding her daughter, who was intently munching on a milk fruit, she quickly found several herbs to aid her recovery, relying on the remaining memories in this body.
She carefully picked the fruit while keeping a close eye on her daughter's movements.
The success of the plan secretly pleased her.
That godlike man was ultimately bound by the instincts of his bloodline.
But the thought of leaving her young son to a dangerous object that could go out of control at any moment brought a wave of fear to her, making her palms sweat.
This is practically gambling with their son's life for a future that is completely uncertain.
After passing through a thicket of bushes, the view in Yueqing suddenly opened up.
She saw the ultimate goal of this trip—the Soul-Gathering Grass.
It was a peculiar plant, its entire body translucent and emitting a faint white light, growing quietly on a steep cliff.
The cliff face was as smooth as a mirror, with almost no protrusions to hold onto. Beside the cliff was a bottomless, enormous fissure in the earth, from which a dangerous chill emanated.
Yueqing's steps came to a halt.
Give up? Giving up would mean that Silver Tiger's recovery would be postponed indefinitely.
They will remain trapped in this stone house, maintaining this dangerous and eerie balance.
Or is it an adventure?
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