Chapter 979 - 734: Dreamscape_3
Next second.
The man in front disappeared into thin air.
Mansa was stunned, quickly taking the few remaining men to chase after him.
Damn it, almost forgot.
This leopard is a Beastman with top-level Instant Teleportation Ability, how could he possibly catch up?
The experimental subject that was just captured ran away, Mansa’s face turned somewhat ugly, but when he returned, he discovered Wu Wei unconscious in the ruins, and a strange and inscrutable smile flashed across his face.
Fortune comes effortlessly.
This one is the heir of the Horned Eagle Clan, normally even he would fear that old City Lord threefold, not daring to act rashly—this is an opportunity right before his eyes.
Though losing that experimental subject is regrettable, taking this one is equally a significant gain.
Mansa then stopped pursuing further, directly ordering his men to take Wu Wei away, and then a Teleportation Array appeared under their feet, and their figures vanished.
...
On the other side, Jin took Shen Tang back to the villa on the Floating Island in the Sky. Upon returning, he found that the Little Snake was missing, having no idea where it went.
This room hadn’t been tidied up, so he went to the room where Shen Tang resided.
Placing the female on the bed, he knelt on one knee before it.
With blood-stained slender fingers, he gently wiped the female’s pale face, his eyes full of agony and distress, "Tangtang, don’t scare me, wake up, please?"
"We’ve come back, there’s no more danger, you’re safe now."
"It’s all my fault, I didn’t explain to you beforehand, I didn’t protect you well, that’s why you encountered danger..."
"All those hurtful stupid words I said before, they’re my fault too. Please wake up and see me, even if you want to hit me or scold me, that’s fine too..."
But no matter how he called, the female never woke up, as if that brief awakening was just a figment of his imagination.
Jin’s large hand held Shen Tang’s hand against his face, feeling her hand growing colder, as if it was losing warmth.
His eyes were red, tears slid down his face, gathering at his sharp nose, and splashing onto the ground in large drops.
He sat up at the edge of the bed, embracing Shen Tang’s upper body, his large hand weaving through her silky hair to hold the back of her head, pressing her closely to him, his chin resting in her hair, slightly bowing his head to hide his vulnerable, laughable side.
Yet tears quickly soaked the bedding, instead dampening a large area.
This scene reminded him of the pain of losing her repeatedly, the deeply buried memories of that pain that couldn’t be erased.
Whether it was embracing in the snow awaiting death, or that battle at the Star Gate where he couldn’t even witness her departure, he didn’t know how much his heart hurt.
To say it was like a knife shredding his heart bloody doesn’t describe the pain back then.
At that time.
He wished he could die with her.
But fortunately, heaven favored them, they were still alive, he had finally gotten the chance to find her again...
Everything was clearly getting better...
Tangtang, please don’t leave him again.
He couldn’t bear the pain of losing her again.
He’s finally found hope to keep living, she’s the force driving him, if she doesn’t want him anymore, he wouldn’t want to live either.
Jin silently held the female in his arms, not knowing how long had passed, he lay sideways on the bed, gently arching his body as if holding a lover tenderly, skin-to-skin, transferring his warmth to her, trying to make her feel warmer.
"Mmm..."
The female’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, though very subtly, almost as if not at all.
Shen Tang felt like she was dreaming.
This dream was unlike her usual ones, extremely peculiar.
There was nothing around, an abyss of blackness, no color, no sound, as if just a void world, so helpless, so lonely.
Moreover, it was extremely cold here, so cold...
The chill felt like it penetrated from her body straight to her soul, making her shiver, wondering if she’d turn into an ice sculpture?
Just then, she seemed engulfed by a scorching warmth, instantly dispelling the freezing sensation threatening to turn her soul to ice.
She couldn’t help but let out a comfortable sigh, then felt her body growing warmer.
She felt like a cat that had sneaked out in the winter, frozen in the snow, then miraculously came back to life as spring and summer arrived, with the frost melting away.
As Shen Tang woke, she looked at the ceiling above, then the room’s decor, feeling a hint of familiarity through the strangeness.
Her mind sluggishly froze for several seconds before she remembered, this was the room on the Floating Island in the Sky.
She... was back?
Memories rapidly returned to Shen Tang’s mind, recalling events before she fell unconscious, battling the people of Hand of Creation.
She was about to win when suddenly a Divine Envoy appeared, his formidable strength far beyond what she could withstand, along with the eerie red-purple mist, soon rendered her unconscious.
Later, she woke briefly a few times but was injected with some kind of drug, falling unconscious again.
Shen Tang’s consciousness fluctuated between wakefulness and unconsciousness, vaguely aware she was taken by them and confined in an apparatus.
What happened after?
Was it Jin who saved her?
Shen Tang came to her senses, slightly turning her head to look at the man beside her; he had taken off the mask, still showing the ordinary face.
He slept, holding her tightly, the searing warmth from the close contact transferring to Shen Tang, warming her, and making her want to stay by him.
Despite the alien face, the feeling he gave her was so familiar, how could she not recognize him?
Shen Tang gazed at the man’s smooth, decisive jawline, couldn’t help but reach out and gently touch his face.
Indeed, it felt different from normal skin, he wore a mask.
The man suddenly awoke.
Seeing the awakened female, his pupils trembled in shock, thinking he was dreaming.
"Tangtang..."