Successor Goddess of Death (Series 2)
106. "I'm fine. "
He returned Lin Cong Zi's embrace and hugged her tighter than usual.
"I'm fine, thanks for worrying about me. " Take it with a hoarse voice.
"Sister Xue, what happened to you ? Is your body still hurting ? It is better to rest first, there is still one week until the game . " Say Lin Cong Zi attentively.
"I'm fine, Sister Lin, just too happy. " His speech sunk his head deeper into the niche of Lin Cong Zi's neck which was filled with the fragrance of a very soothing herbal plant.
Lin Cong Zi was speechless and did not let out a protest, but rather patted her back gently as if she was calming a child and she felt comfortable with it.
She let go of her embrace and walked over to the bed and sat down and lay down on her comfortable mattress.
"Sister Lin, do you think I can win the game ?" Ask her curiously.
"You can definitely do that, there's still a week to go for the third round and semi-finals, not to mention the final matches that might be held in 10 days, as long as you train diligently then I believe you can definitely get a very high cultivation level. " Say Lin Cong Zi gave her spirit.
Tok Tok Tok
He walked towards the door and opened it only to see Elder Liu's face.
"What is Elder Liu ?" Ask her confusedly.
"Fenghuang, the Sect Leader personally told me to rent one more room for you. This is the key to his room, just a few different rooms from here. " Elder Liu gave up on a key and ran away.
"You must accept that or the sect head will look for trouble with me !" Shouted Elder Liu from a distance, while he was still glued to the door.
"Well, it looks like his sect head is very considerate of you. Sana, take a look at your new room or else Sect Chief will make a calculation with the elderly Elder Liu. " Say Lin Cong Zi while giggling.
He patted Lin Cong Zi on the shoulder with a flat face.
"Don't think like that, don't assume I don't know your wild thoughts, Sister Lin. " Say her in a satirical tone.
This Lin Cong Zi does have a unique ability and cannot be said to be a bad ability but cannot be said to be a good ability as well.
This Lin Cong Zi was someone who was wild-minded and his myriad of other dirty thoughts so was very good at writing stories.
There have been dozens of short story scripts written by Lin Cong Zi sent to brothels and became a favorite of customers there.
In fact, he who used to be a writer still felt amazed by Lin Cong Zi's brain in writing the 'sensitive' section'
"He he, Sister Xue does know what I think. Already, there go, the end I enjoy a room full. " Say Lin Cong Zi with a satisfied smile.
"Ck, even your room in the sect is 3 times wider than this, don't be much of a reason. Goodbye, I'll go to room one more. " Say her, she closed the door slowly.
He was sure that what Lin Cong Zi was doing earlier was a way for the woman to cover up her grief.
"What do you think, right ?" He muttered as he patted his head slowly and walked into one of the rooms before opening his room.
He was surprised because this room was much larger than his previous room, this room was even nearly as spacious as the Sect Chief's. He walked towards the balcony and opened only to see the sky that was beginning to darken.
While looking at the moon, he recalled one of the lyrics from a poem he had heard from one of the market traders.
Even though he did not understand what it meant but he felt that this was quite interesting.
From the pavilion one saw the sunset behind the mountain,
Unceasingly towards the sea, the Yellow River flows;
To see thousands of miles further,
To a higher level must go.
(Tang Dynasty poet Wang Zhihuan (688 - 742 CE) wrote this verse of five characters after he ascended to the top of the Stork Pavilion, a pavilion in Shanxi Province today that many poets of the Tang dynasty have poured out their hearts. The poem describes the experience of the Stork Pavilion climbing poet, and while it brings uplifting denotation that hard-working people can achieve better results.)
The atmosphere became lively only because he was staring down at the balcony which was the market, his smile expanding upon seeing the true interaction of life among everyone.
He hopes to become one of them, where he can interact with all of them.
He stretched out his hand before stopping his hand.
"It looked very close to me but I couldn't reach it, like seeing a diamond falling into a sea of fire. " That murmur.
"Beautiful moon, the cry of the phoenix is heard, the perfect time for murder, where blood flows through the streets, death approaches, tears fall unbearably, sorrow spreads as wide as air. " She said while humming slowly.
Right at the end of his sentence, a murder occurs at the bottom of his balcony, where he's people killing each other.
"Blood flows like a creek, pride is contagious like a plague, evil spreads like a blowing wind, greed controls a person. " Speak her while staring down without changing the slightest bit of her expression.
Dozens of people killed each other out of greed and arrogance, just like the lyrics he said.
The sound of phoenix cries rang out, the moon shining perfectly became an eyewitness to this bloody night.
Many residents were killed because they saw a group of people wearing fancy clothes. They hope to get one of the jewels attached to the men's clothes that he knows as thugs this place.
"Death cannot be avoided, but evil is even worse. An evil heart cannot be held back in any way, only death awaits. " Say her half while singing.
No one really knows why people become so aggressive and attack each other that makes a lot of noise on the city streets.
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