บท 103: Chapter 103: How to Prove I’m Not a Demon? It's Urgent! I'm waiting online!
"Where am I?"
"Didn't I die?"
"Huh?"
"That one outside—is that me!?"
After waking from the Xuanyuan Sword, Ji Lin was confused.
As a natural stigma awakener who had practiced the early version of Edge of Taixuan, Ji Lin also learned the initial version of the Eminence, and had even kept pace with Fu Hua, perfecting her own Taixuan Eminence in another direction.
Therefore, Ji Lin's attainments in the field of consciousness were profound. Excluding spiritual predecessors like Fu Hua and Su, her level was unmatched in the modern world five thousand years later.
So Ji Lin knew very well how weak she was now, like a candle in the wind. If the Xuanyuan Sword had not blocked the storm outside like a glass lampshade, she would probably disappear in an instant.
After understanding her situation, Ji Lin felt a little sad, but more relieved.
"I'm already a dead woman, so it doesn't matter," Ji Lin said to herself calmly. Then she looked at the scene outside the Xuanyuan Sword and frowned deeply. "Why does it look like that person outside is me?"
"Wait, if she is Ji Lin, then what am I?"
"No way?"
"Am I a demon?" Ji Lin doubted herself briefly.
It's not her fault. After all, she had been sleeping for five thousand years, fighting against the influence of the Honkai, resisting the temptation and infection from the Honkai.
It's normal to wake up in a daze and be shaken.
It's not Ji Lin's own problem.
Ji Lin quickly reaffirmed herself.
"How to repay the thousand years of hatred? Chiyou, it's time to settle everything!" Then she was awakened by the high-pitched shout.
Ji Lin hurriedly looked outside and saw that the "her" outside was holding up the Xuanyuan Sword, emitting a sun-like light and spouting some divine words.
Ji Lin's mouth slowly opened, forming a cute, shocked circle.
"(⊙o⊙) Handsome!"
Although she didn't have this trick in her memory.
But the line "Stars grow in the wasteland, shining like the sun" was simply—
"Handsome!"
Ji Lin couldn't help but raise her little hand to cover her open mouth, her eyes shining with excitement.
That's it, that's it!
As a tribal illiterate in Fuxi and Nuwa's mouth, what she longed for most was this kind of cultured fashion value!
It's so damn handsome!
It would have been even better if she were that handsome when she was alive!
Then, the "Ji Lin" outside released another big move:
"Heavenly justice is long-lasting, this is the way of heaven!"
It was so handsome that she was so speechless!
(☆_☆)!!!
Ji Lin watched herself showing off divine power outside, listening to the other self say "repent to the dead souls," and nodded excitedly. "That's right! That's right! That's it, kill it, the me outside!"
The former demon god was in decline and about to be killed by the sword. Ji Lin had forgotten to care about the truth and just wanted to see the victory as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, Chiyou seemed to have escaped.
"Wait, that's... Jingwei!?"
Ji Lin felt disappointed that Chiyou escaped, but then, seeing Fu Hua meeting the "Ji Lin" outside, she couldn't help but get excited and nervous.
"Although she is handsome..."
"But what on earth is she?"
"She won't hurt Jingwei, right?"
Fu Hua, who is both a teacher and a friend, is now completely defenseless against the unknown "Ji Lin" outside, which makes it difficult for Ji Lin not to worry.
But at this moment, she is already fragile to a degree that was completely unimaginable in the past. Not to mention going out to remind, even maintaining consciousness relies on the support of an unknown weak force, and staying awake is the current limit.
"This power is maintaining and consolidating my consciousness. It seems to be coming from the me outside?" Ji Lin felt her own state, trying to analyze the current situation and find a way to break out.
Although the appearance, strength, hatred for Chiyou, and familiarity with Fu Hua all looked exactly the same as herself, Ji Lin still couldn't be completely sure what the "Ji Lin" outside was.
"If it's a trick of the demon, then Jingwei will be in danger. But what should I do? Jingwei, wake up. That me is still a little different from me. Don't be confused!" Ji Lin anxiously turned around in the sword, but unfortunately, except for praying that Fu Hua could see better, she could do nothing.
Ji Lin clenched her teeth and held her breath - although in terms of consciousness, these actions are more of a psychological state, but it is enough to show her worry.
Until, she heard herself outside, saying to Fu Hua: [You have completed your duties, and you can rest now, Jingwei.]
Ji Lin was shocked.
"I don't want to fall into the devil's way one day. If you can send me to see Fuxi and the others in Mount Taixu, I will be very happy."
"The rock that cannot be broken by the whirlpool will also be worn away by the erosion of time."
"There is no need to let future generations bear the threat of Chiyou. This battle is my duty."
Ji Lin watched all this, shocked again and again, and a strong sense of identity arose spontaneously.
Yes, yes, that's the feeling!
This is my experience and the thoughts in my heart!
This me is so much like me!
Then, in Fu Hua's spiritual world, Ji Lin heard the words that made her almost cry:
"I'm really tired, I can't hold on anymore."
"Jingwei, you are too cunning. How can I refuse what you said?"
"I have been lonely for too long and don't want to bear the pain of being alone anymore."
Who else can understand these feelings except herself?
Ji Lin lowered her head dejectedly, crying and laughing, and had to come up with such a thought:
"So, it was the long struggle that tore me into two parts, one half outside the sword and the other half inside the sword?"
She still doubted, but this guess still took root.
...
She was much stronger than herself. At least Ji Lin herself could not force herself to live towards death because of Jingwei's words.
She seemed to rely more on Jingwei, so she would crawl into the other's bed after waking up in a daze, and sleep more sweetly because she smelled Jingwei's scent.
She also seemed more detached. She would try to find Jingwei's private diary while cleaning, would curiously press the magical light device non-stop, and would run around the huge iron bird outside the courtyard.
There were still some differences between her and herself.
But this difference was more like the difference between the young her and the mature her.
In addition, it was the same decisiveness, the same firmness, the same trust and closeness to Jingwei. It seems that they are really the same person?
"Could it be that this is really the sequelae of being almost possessed by a demon for thousands of years?"
Ji Lin felt the invisible connection with the "self" in the outside world, and felt the sense of security that was constantly nourished and strengthened by the power of this connection, and she was more and more inclined to this guess.
...
"Tai! Tell the truth, you are my inner demon, right? Don't look around, Jingwei is sitting here, you have nowhere to escape!"
Ji Lin was awakened by a loud slap on the table and woke up from her memories.
This was a dream world, connecting the consciousness of the two Ji Lins and Fu Hua inside and outside. The three of them knelt on both sides of a wooden table, Ji Lin in the sword on one side, Fu Hua and Ji Lin outside the sword on the other.
Ji Lin in the sword didn't know what was going on. In short, when she was still cultivating her spirit and thinking about herself in the sword, she was suddenly pulled into the dream of Ji Lin outside the sword, and Jingwei followed in.
She was a little panicked and could only say weakly:
"I... I think I am Ji Lin..."
"Haha! Jingwei, did you hear that? It's funny, right? You are Ji Lin, then what am I? Could I be some kind of inner demon or evil demon? You really are ingenious make up a nonsensical thing? Hahaha!"
"In terms of common sense, it is true."
Fu Hua looked at Ji Lin on her side, her eyes soft and doting at her lively reaction of laughing. Then she looked at Ji Lin on the opposite side, and Fu Hua's eyes showed scrutiny and vigilance.
Ji Lin in the sword knelt down, sweat on her forehead, and the crystal round little toes on her bare feet shrank uneasily.
'Help, how can I make the other me and Jingwei believe that I am not an inner demon? It's Urgent!'
She always felt that if she doesn't explain it clearly, Jingwei's Eminence will be used!
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