Now, they were like a brick accelerated to the limit by an explosion, just like a moth transformed from a caterpillar, flying towards the eternal sun, not knowing life or death!
A moth to a flame.
In the instant that the dull, chaotic instincts finally reached enlightenment, the caterpillar let out its last shriek.
It was impossible to distinguish whether it was fear, anger, or a curse.
"Don't worry, don't panic, am I not still here?"
Ji Jue smiled nonchalantly, "After being entangled for hundreds of years, we are counted as being through countless lives together. It's all about living and dying together, never parting."
"..."
In the darkness, the illusion of stars flickered into sight.
As if vomiting.
"Although I've long understood your peculiar habits, it's still hard to accept. If word got out, I'm afraid I'd become a laughingstock among the Spirit of Workshop circle."
Isis earnestly pleaded: "May I kill you?"
"Hmm?"
Ji Jue was slightly startled, "Didn't you leave?"
