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Chapter 639 No Need to Force



Chapter 639 No Need to Force

"I have already signed the application form."

Chu Ziyu pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from his uniform pocket. The edge was still stained with blood from the underground third floor. "The reason is... the sentinel's mental state is unstable."

"Look... this way you don't have to..."

His voice suddenly cut off, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as if nothing had happened, "...Don't force yourself to come see me."

Lin Ci'an's fingers suddenly tightened, and the application form was crumpled into a ball in his palm.

The sound of paper tearing was particularly harsh in the silent medical cabin.

"no."

The two words came out of his mouth without him even having time to think.

The black cat's spirit suddenly jumped up, and its sharp claws tore the piece of waste paper into pieces.

Scrap of paper fell like snowflakes, and a few pieces landed on Chu Ziyu's blood-stained silver hair.

“Why do you—”

Lin Ci'an's voice was stuck in his throat and his temples were throbbing.

He saw Chu Ziyu's slightly widened eyes, which reflected his distorted expression.

The spirit of the Snow Wolf finally appeared, but just stood silently in the corner, with scars left from the third underground floor on its body.

The black cat pounced forward eagerly, ignoring the other's attempt to dodge, and bit the fur on the back of its neck with its teeth.

(No leaving)

(Don't disappear)

This thought exploded in the mental connection, causing Chu Ziyu's eyelashes to tremble.

Only then did Lin Ci'an realize that his spiritual tentacles had entangled with him uncontrollably, binding him tightly like a chain.

"I......"

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Countless images flashed through his mind - the pain of having his spiritual images shattered in his previous life, the taste of rust when he bit through the other person's gland in the matching ceremony in this life, and Chu Ziyu's back covered in blood but still standing straight on the third floor underground.

The diagnostic instrument suddenly sounded a sharp alarm, indicating that Chu Ziyu's heart rate had dropped sharply.

Only then did Lin Ci'an realize that the mental force field he had unconsciously released was oppressing the opponent's broken barrier.

"sorry......"

He hurriedly withdrew his spiritual tentacles, his voice hoarse.

The moment he uttered these three words, he was stunned.

Chu Ziyu's eyes widened slightly, and his pale lips moved, but no sound came out.

The snow wolf spirit stopped struggling and let the black cat pin it to the ground and lick its wounds.

Lin Ci'an suddenly knelt on one knee, and his trembling fingers touched the bandage around Chu Ziyu's waist and abdomen.

Fresh blood oozed out, spreading a glaring red on the snow-white gauze.

"Don't..." His voice choked, "Don't lift..."

Lin Ci'an picked up Chu Ziyu with a fierce move but carefully avoided any injuries.

But Chu Ziyu just stayed quietly in this embrace until he heard Lin Ci'an's suppressed sobs, then he said softly: "...Don't be like this."

"You obviously...hate me the most."

Before Lin Ci'an could speak, Chu Ziyu suddenly began to tremble violently, and his originally pale skin quickly turned abnormally red.

He pushed Lin Ci'an away violently, hunched his body, and gripped the edge of the examination table tightly with his fingers, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"The inhibitor...is no longer effective..."

His voice was hoarse, and a circle of gold appeared around the edges of his black pupils - a sign of the Sentinel's fusion heat outbreak.

Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Just bear with it."

Lin Ci'an subconsciously released his mental tentacles, but was repelled by a violent mental force just as they were about to make contact.

Chu Ziyu's spiritual picture is collapsing.

A white blizzard swept in from the other end of the link. Lin Ci'an's eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a burning snowfield.

What fell from the sky was not snowflakes, but ashes; the lake that should have been frozen was boiling, and a white tower wrapped in iron chains was vaguely visible in the steam.

(It’s completely different from the last time I saw it.)

"Chu Ziyu!"


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