The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

Song Lin slowly opened his eyes.

He still hadn't recovered a bit, he didn't seem to be thinking about anything in his head, and it seemed crowded as if buzzing.He seemed to have had a huge and long dream, but as his vision gradually became clearer, he forgot all the details of the dream.

What followed were the last memories of when he was still awake.

The memory of rushing towards Zhang Taian.

He went towards Zhang Tai'an, and his source of magic power, the real soul of Song Lin, went towards the living soul of the demon cultivator.That process was actually very fast and short, but when you think about it carefully, it feels very long.Song Lin remembered that he cut off the contract between He Lang and Bai Xiaoning at that time, just in case his magic power source suddenly shattered and disappeared.Once he loses the source of magic power, the two undead who have not been cut off the contract will be strongly affected, even a hundred times stronger than when the contract was cut off.So in order to keep the East China Sea battlefield, Song Lin cut off the contract in advance.

It can be said that the young people at that time were mentally prepared for the fact that the source of magic power shattered and disappeared, and then they turned back into ordinary people.

A person who has mastered magic for nearly a thousand years is prepared to lose the source of magic power, which can be said to be helpless.

But Song Lin made this decision, even when he was about to use the source of magic power to collide with the master soul of the demon cultivator, he was not thinking about his own future.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

——Such a sacrifice, is the real "Song Lin" willing?

Although "Song Lin"'s body was used by Higgins who came through time, "Song Lin" himself never left.He exists in his own body in another form, to "live" and fight.Song Lin—this Higgins—doesn't know whether the "comrades" who fought side by side, the "owner" who provided the "house", were really willing to do such a risky thing that "must die".

But the situation at that time did not leave much time for Song Lin to think.

Holding Jade Guanyin, he let the energy contained in the jade pour into his body; at the same time, he tried his best to mobilize the source of magic power, rushing towards the soul of the demon cultivator; Zhang Taian.

Song Lin's plan was to self-destruct when the source of magic power came into contact with the master's soul.

Only in this way can there be a greater chance of completely destroying Moxiu's main soul, and at the same time severely injuring Zhang Tai'an.At the moment of activation, for some reason, Song Lin suddenly had an intuition - Zhang Tai'an planned to do the same.

That is, head-to-head.

Who can survive depends on the arrangement of fate.

Song Lin had no time to think about the good and bad times of this situation, whether it was good or bad for him, so he could only grit his teeth and keep rushing forward at full speed.Zhang Taian's situation was very similar to his. Before the two really got close, their respective coercion and strength had already crushed each other hard.

Resisting the coercion, Song Lin rushed to Zhang Tai'an.

At the same time, his source of magic power also came to the master soul of the magic cultivator.

At that moment, at the node that was about to explode, Song Lin suddenly felt a ray of consciousness.

Say familiar, but never felt it before; say unfamiliar, but actually accompany you every day.

Song Lin clearly felt that the source of magic power was going to attack, explode, and desperately destroy the consciousness of the master soul of the magic cultivator, which was even more urgent than himself.

Also firmer.

It was a very pure feeling, uncomplicated.It doesn't have a particularly specific idea, but it is a breath, a strength, a confidence to move forward courageously and not regret it.The moment Song Lin sensed this belief, he suddenly confirmed one thing.

He finally nailed it down.

— can win.

At the last moment of the battle, Song Lin finally stopped doubting.

The next moment, the source of magic power collided with the main soul of the magic cultivator, and exploded instantly!

boom--! ! !

Song Lin only remembered a loud noise, but he couldn't remember what happened after that.He didn't even finish listening to the loud bang because it made him instantly deaf.He only remembered that his magic power had also exploded at that time, and he completely slammed into Zhang Tai'an.Then, there is no more.

Song Lin's memory ends here.

——However, I can still wake up now, at least it means that I really won, right?

The young man thought so.If Zhang Taian was still alive, he would definitely not be able to survive the coma, so he should have won.

But winning is winning, and the others don't know anything.Song Lin couldn't deduce what happened to the East China Sea, what happened to the Magic Sand Capital, and what happened to other places.

The only thing he can think about now is... the one in front of him should be the wall of his room, right?

The cracks in the white paint on it looked familiar, it should be the wall of my own room.

But Song Lin was a little confused whether he was lying on his side or not.It seems that his body has not been fully connected with the brain, and he can't convey any feeling, and even feels light.

——Oh, it’s just light and fluffy.

After a while, Song Lin finally understood the situation.Judging from the airflow passing around his body and in front of his face, he seemed to be lifted up by the wind, and he was still lying on his side.

... What kind of strange treatment is this?

Song Lin also felt that his back and lower back seemed to be a little cool. Besides the air blowing past, there seemed to be something warm with some humidity slowly wiping his back.

"...Well, there are no special circumstances."

He Lang's voice also sounded.Song Lin thought about it, and suddenly realized that He Lang seemed to be rubbing his back.

——so hold yourself up with the wind?It's much easier than other nurses.

While the young man was thinking this way, the scene in front of him was slowly spinning.

He Lang turned him over again.

For some unknown reason, Song Lin closed his eyes at once, and was silently and gently turned over.He felt that he was facing He Lang, and he might be being watched, and after the wet towel was washed in hot water, it was used to wipe his abdomen and chest again.

The clothes were pulled up a little by He Lang, but he didn't take them off completely, maybe he was still thinking about keeping warm.

Song Lin felt that the man seemed to avoid some places and didn't wipe them. This kind of avoidance was a bit inexplicable, but Song Lin could think that maybe those parts of him were still injured, and there was no way to clean them smoothly.

It's like he feels his right foot is completely in a shackle.

After quietly closing his eyes for a while, Song Lin slowly opened a crack of his eyes.

Then quietly open the left eye a little more.

Next is the right eye.

Finally, a pair of dark brown eyes opened completely.

He Lang hasn't seen it yet.

He was focusing on Song Lin's skin condition.There were some small scratches that didn't need to be bandaged. He Lang carefully observed their healing while scrubbing.He looked so carefully that he missed the moment when Song Lin opened his eyes.

So He Lang looked at Song Lin's wound, and Song Lin looked at He Lang. This situation was maintained quietly for several seconds.

Until He Lang suddenly seemed to feel something, turned his head abruptly, and met Song Lin's eyes suddenly!

At that moment, He Lang could even see himself in his eyes.

Song Lin blinked.

He Lang was dumbfounded.

He thought about Song Lin's waking up countless times. There were many different scenarios, but he himself should be very excited, very excited, and very happy.But in fact, when this moment really came, He Lang was completely stunned.

He didn't even think "is this a dream".His mind went blank, he didn't think about anything, nothing flashed through him.His mind seemed to have turned into a huge dark space, only Song Lin's eyes projected a huge image.This image was so huge, so occupied the man's mind, so shaken his consciousness, that he even felt a roar in his head.

His vacillation was even reflected in the control of the wind, which was absolutely impossible to get out of control.

Song Lin felt himself shaking, and had to remind in a hoarse voice: "...shake..."

"...!!!" He Lang came back to his senses suddenly, and put Song Lin gently on the bed first.It was only after falling on the bed that Song Lin felt that there were quite a lot of injuries on his body.Without the support of the wind, the plastered places and some places that are more tightly bandaged have obvious sense of restraint and are a bit heavy.

While the young man was still feeling it in detail, He Lang put one hand next to his pillow and leaned over to look at him.

When the backlight was on, the man's face looked a little dark.His gaze was tightly locked on Song Lin's eyes, as if once he moved away, the eyes would close again.

Song Lin originally wanted to ask about his injury and other results that he didn't know yet.But seeing He Lang like this, he couldn't ask any more questions.

So, Song Lin silently looked into He Lang's eyes.

After a while, the young man noticed that the man's eye sockets seemed a little red.

He Lang seldom cried, and even when he did, he would only shed tears in silence.Song Lin watched his eye sockets turn red and his eyes began to glow, and sighed softly in his heart.

"Don't cry..." The young man moved his left hand, wanting to lift it up a little, but because he was still weak, the range of movement was quite limited.After He Lang noticed it, he held his left hand, slowly lifted it up, kissed it, and then stuck it next to his face.

Song Lin moved his thumb to wipe away a tear from He Lang, and He Lang kissed his thumb again.

"I'm so happy." He Lang wiped away his tears, knelt beside the young man's bed, leaned close to his head, and said slowly, "Your left hand is basically not seriously injured, but you have been given many needles for infusion. It might hurt a little, sorry."

This is simply the most insignificant injury on Song Lin's body. The young man only felt a little funny when he heard it, so he smiled: "It's okay."

"Stop talking." He Lang touched his lips, and said softly, "Your voice is still not healed, take your time to rest, and don't rush to talk."

Song Lin thought for a while, and said in a breathy voice: "Then come here."

He Lang thought that he still wanted to talk, so in order to save him the energy to speak, he got closer and made a posture of listening with his ear.

Song Lin said again: "Come closer."

He Lang continued to do so.

"look at me."

He Lang turned his head. At this moment, they were very close.

So close that if you still want to see each other's eyes, you will definitely cross your eyes.The young man's breath lightly touched the tip of He Lang's nose, and He Lang didn't dare to move at all.

Song Lin raised his head slightly, and touched the man's lips.

"Don't worry... I'm back."