530: Chapter 238: Faith Angel?
Faith in the Boss!
530: Chapter 238: Faith Angel?
Faith in the Boss!
The eagle-eyed pupils, filled with golden circular patterns, slowly disengaged from the feathers, then gracefully ascended, emitting a soft radiance, warm and peaceful, as if they were a comfortable embrace…
“I…
I am Lin Yi, I, I believe…
I believe…”
Lin Yi felt an indescribable breath slowly enveloping him, this breath thwarted his ability to think too much, dulling his thoughts and gradually dragging him into a quagmire from which he could not extricate himself.
He felt the hustle and bustle around him gradually fading away, and the scenery around him began to grow sparse.
A gentle breeze stirred the mist, flowing out from the tranquility of the mountains, rippling like waves on a quiet lake.
“I am Lin Yi, I…
I believe…
believe…”
The restlessness and anxiety in Lin Yi’s heart slowly dissipated with each deep breath, replaced by an indescribable serenity and peace.
His gaze softened, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, yet the four words “Faith Angel” seed to be obstructed by so invisible force and he simply couldn’t utter them out loud, let alone accept them consciously.
But the other party did not seem to “force” anything, rely continuing to exude that eerie yet peaceful glow, like a savior descended into ravaged lands, constantly showering pure light upon Lin Yi, who was gazing up at it, trying to awaken the “true peace” within him, inciting him to convert spontaneously…
Yet, gradually, it was as though he suddenly yanked one foot out of the mire.
His brain gave a fierce jolt, his thoughts flipping 180 degrees in an instant, as he unexpectedly let out a yell that was beyond reason and expectation—
“I…
believe…
in the Boss!”
All the peaceful and serene states of mind, all the tranquil emotions, were overturned by a massive ripple the mont Lin Yi shouted those words!
“I believe in the Boss!”
He frantically recalled each image of the Boss in his mind, a pity that his interactions with the Boss were so limited, forcing him to select the most striking scene!
In such monts, only sufficient shock would do!
Leo Flying Kick, swathed in a bath towel, taking out a “Green hat”?
No, that wouldn’t do, it had enough wildness, enough explosive power, but it lacked a bit of allure!
emmmm…
So, that scene where he accidentally fell on the Boss erging from the water like a blooming lotus?
Uh…
every ti he pictured that scene, Lin Yi’s secondary reaction was testicular pain, a premonition that staying any longer would result in the Boss kneeing him…
there…
Alright then…
the true allure doesn’t lie in direct physical contact, but rather in those half-hidden images that gain flavor upon deeper contemplation.
He had it!
Lin Yi’s eyes brightened.
The mont that truly send his blood racing was probably when the Boss absorbed those white powder particles purified from his body while swimming…
Those white powder particles, like creamy liquid, flowed down the Boss’s jade…
uh-huh?
Alright, jade feet then!
At tis like this, Lin Yi didn’t fixate on the details.
He wracked his brain recalling the scene, wishing he could rember every detail, even adding so embellishnts in his mind…
And so, he “saw” those white powder-like particles, like silky milk, slowly climbing up from the Boss’s jade feet, passing the toes, the top of the foot, around the heel, covering the ankle, then tracing up the sleek calf muscle, quickly past the knee, reaching the smooth roundness of the thigh…
Unfortunately, that day it stopped just over the knee.
When Lin Yi “saw” this in his recollection, his first reaction wasn’t to lant absorbing so much Contamination, but to curse his own inadequacy, why had he absorbed so little Contamination that it barely passed the knee?!
Inadequate!
Damn inadequate!
[My na is Lin Yi, and I am embracing the Faith Angel…]
[Embracing the Fa…]
Lin Yi still heard those chef sculptures’ enchantingly disturbing chants, but now, to him, they were just pure noise, incapable of eliciting any feeling.
“Still bloody embracing the Faith Angel?”
Lin Yi sneered, adding a bit of brain embellishnt, and continued pushing the luminous white “stockings” up the Boss’s thighs, higher and higher…
Lin Yi felt a bit dizzy, unsure if it was because he had overexerted his brainpower or sothing else.
“Damn it…
getting a little heady…
it’s good to be young, this blood pumping…”
Lin Yi felt his nose start to heat up…
Just then, the soft golden light shattered completely, all the voices crushed as if by the Boss’s kick in the void.
As the voices vanished, Lin Yi’s imagination, ahem, recollections about the Boss, ca to an abrupt halt.
In his heart, Lin Yi couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, feeling a bit disgruntled with this so-called angelic radiance.
What Angel?
What Faith Angel?
Not worth a chicken!
Truly not worth a chicken!
Putting on airs here, playing the lute to a cow?
Lin Yi looked away indifferently, adopting an all-knowing sage-like deanor, muttering to himself that he was contemplating lofty matters, who did this thing think it was!
Upon closer inspection, he noticed that those chef sculptures were still just sculptures, not showing the eerie faces he “saw” earlier.
The sculpted feather fragnts also seed unchanged, everything appearing to be a fignt of his hallucination.
But he knew, he had indeed been dragged into a certain layer.
In that layer, the vestiges of the Angel within those sculpted feathers still lingered, and that remaining hint of luminescence had almost succeeded in transforming him forever.
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