Jing Jiaren put the boats out one by one, and with each boat released, she made her best prayers to Leng Lintian in her heart.
I saw Ximen Longting grab a handful and throw it out.
"Hey, can you put it down slowly?"
"..."
"If they all fall down like this, it won't be effective." Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows, "We need to give Poseidon time to convey the message."
Ximen Longting glared at her: "Where did the Poseidon come from? Do you really think there is a God and heaven in this world?"
Regardless, it's just a good wish.
Colorful paper boats flew out with the wind and swayed in the sea.
Gong Zihua's plane whined through the sky, circling back and forth around the ship toward its hang glider.
More than a dozen planes were turning around frequently.
Suddenly a ship swooped down and fell into the sea.
"What's going on!?"
Jing Jiaren stared and saw the plane that had just sunk emerging from the sea, gliding on the sea as if it were walking on land.
The glass cover slowly opened, and Mong Zihua was sitting in the co-pilot, wearing a pilot's protective helmet, staring at the deck in the sun.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen other planes descended into the sea one after another, closely guarding Gong Zihua's plane.
Under the sun, Gong Zihua made a pistol-raised gesture with his hand in Jing Jiaren's direction.
Jing Jiaren's eyes were cold. I see you are proud of me, my dear!
"Master, the time is almost up, there is something going on over there." Wilson whispered, "You go and take a look?"
Ximen Longting froze: "Jing Jiaren, go back to the cabin."
"It's okay. There's still half an hour. I'll stay for a few more minutes and go in right away."
The paper boats haven't been released yet, and there are people everywhere here.
Ximen Longting didn't go too far and stood nearby talking to Wilson, but his eyes were fixed in Jing Jiaren's direction.
The last few paper boats floated into the sea with the wind...
…
In the gorgeous living room, the aroma of the golden nine-head cauldron lingers, as if it has transformed into a mist figure.
The stunningly beautiful woman, wearing a large and complicated skirt, was close to the bed, leaning down slightly and stroking the man's pale face with her hands.
【Leng Lintian...Leng Lintian, wake up.】
Leng Lintian's eyelashes moved violently.
The diamond earrings in his ears seemed to be heating up, and he heard Jing Jiaren's voice vaguely, as if coming from a century away:
"Leng Lintian, I'm sorry."
His eyes finally opened, revealing a pair of pupils as bright as obsidian.
"Leng Lintian, I folded these 999 paper boats for you."
"In this life, whether I live or die, I will be Ximen Longting's woman..."
"I'm sorry, even in the next life and the next life, I have made an agreement with Ximen Longting."
"Leng Lintian, you will have a good journey in heaven... In your next life, don't fall in love with the wrong person again."
Leng Lintian's heart felt like it had been suddenly cut open by a knife, and the bloody pain made his face look extremely painful. His lips were slightly open, but not a word could come out.
The servant looked at him in surprise, stayed for a long time, and immediately screamed to inform...
"Leng Lintian, we are leaving... No matter whether we live or die this time, this is an eternal farewell."
Jing Jiaren's voice suddenly became blurry, mixed with the sound of ocean waves.
A coquettish smile appeared at the corner of Leng Lintian's mouth, and his chapped lips split...
He said he would not let her go until she killed him.
And now, he has died once...or, living is the same as dying.