Chapter 904: I, Who Exist for You 40

Thomas seemed interested in their chat topic, sat down beside them, and listened eagerly.

"Wil said there's still plenty of fresh milk today, why don't you go get some more?"

"Oh, Thomas, you're really annoying."

Jin Chen sighed, holding his already dazed lover tight, irritation at the interruption welling up: "If I may say, why didn't you go see Miss Lilian today? She'd surely be happier to see you than I am."

He responded like that, yet his slightly cold expression didn't change at all.

Once or twice could be coincidence, but with so many times it's clear Thomas is deliberately interrupting their chat.

And each time it happens exactly when they reach a crucial point.

This is simply too abnormal.

"Buddy, your attitude is truly chilling," Thomas showed no change in expression, not getting angry even after being scolded, as if he'd received some order, merely repeating his own words.

Yishen, feeling dazed, didn't hear what Thomas was saying.

He huddled in Jin Chen's embrace, chin resting on his shoulder to observe the world; all the beauty was merely his imagination.

So, real or fake, does it matter?

Yishen seemed to hear a voice in his mind asking himself that.

Yishen fell silent, instinctively not wanting to answer; dazed, he glanced at Thomas, then lunged into Jin Chen's embrace, shaking his head, as if trying to fling those strange questions away.

"Jin Chen, I'm so sleepy."

"Alright, let's go back to sleep."

Jin Chen lifted the person up and said to Thomas, "Alright, buddy, could you bring back some fresh milk? Once my love wakes, I'll make fresh‑milk biscuits for him."

"So how about you accompany me to Luofu City the day after tomorrow? I think you'd be willing."

This was already the idea of bringing Yishen to live here long‑term.

"Sure! For God's sake, I'll certainly help you."

Thomas indeed immediately relaxed, his whole self returning to normal, completely free of the earlier eerie sense of disconnection.

He staggered away, plunging into the crowd to help Jin Chen get more milk.

Jin Chen stood there a moment, observing, then took the person and left, heading back to the wooden hut.

——

Jin Chen tightly shut the wooden hut's door, closed all the windows, making sure nothing could be opened from outside.

Meanwhile, on the bed, Yishen—who should have been half‑asleep—opened his eyes, sat up with knees bent, his gaze clear, showing no sign of drunkenness.

He patted the bedding, gesturing for Jin Chen to sit, then snuggled into his embrace before speaking.

"I haven't drunk."

Jin Chen withheld comment, thinking to himself that at most it was a forced sobriety after slight tipsiness.

He was more worried about something else.

"This isn't the world from the Shenshen Book, is it?"

Yishen lifted his head to look at him; their eyes met, he nodded slowly, the corners of his mouth turning up.

See, even if the Flower‑word Tree tried to stop him from leaking information, it would be useless—Jin Chen always guesses accurately.

"Flower‑word Tree, the pen that creates stories, I……" Yishen couldn't get the words out, so he rephrased: "The one who created the birdcage, that's me."

He tapped his own chest.

"The replicated birdcage—here." Yishen then gestured at everything around.

"Flower‑word Tree, the replicator, wants to replace the original birdcage and trap me."

That counts as an abstract expression, yet Jin Chen actually understood it.

He pondered for two seconds, then said: "Flower‑word Tree has the ability to replicate stories; he copied the world inside the book, intending to lock us in and then take your place."

Yishen's eyes lit up, and he nodded.

Although many things remain unclear—for instance, how Yishen suddenly got in touch with Flower‑word Tree and came into conflict with him—

but Jin Chen doesn't want to think about all that now; since this world is fake, there's even less to worry about.

"Shall we leave this place now?" he asked Yishen.

Yishen scanned the cozy décor inside the wooden hut, his gaze finally settling on Jin Chen's face, and said firmly, "All right, let's leave this place."

Liking this place is genuine, but he won't be reluctant to leave.

Yishen won't let himself indulge in a false illusory world; to him, this world is like sugar coated with arsenic—beautiful yet constantly deadly.

He just wants to return with Jin Chen; perhaps they could move to a new city to live—that would be the beauty he longs for.

"Then Shenshen will sleep, and upon waking we'll be home."

Jin Chen rubbed Yishen's occiput, his tone low and soothing.

Since it's a false thing created by Flower‑word Tree, there's no need to overthink; we'll just use the old method and blast through with Spiritual Power.

But this must not be seen by the wife.

Yishen blinked in puzzlement, but upon meeting Jin Chen's gaze he asked nothing, obediently closing his eyes to sleep.

His lover possesses an extraordinary ability, and he's known that for a long time.

As long as Jin Chen remains Jin Chen, there's nothing that needs to be forced out of him.

Jin Chen enveloped Yishen in soothing, gentle Spiritual Power; as he raised his arm, a far more violent force surged straight out of the wooden hut.

At that very instant, all the residents whose movements were normally normal rushed over, like endless entangling ghosts, completely surrounding the hut outside, incessantly pounding on the door.

"Why would you leave? This place has the most wonderful sunshine—why would you!"

"Why would you leave? This place has the life you've dreamed of!"

Their voices were soft and murmuring, trying to confuse Yishen and Jin Chen, but it would be utterly futile.

Spiritual Power exploded the sky, and everything in this world began to distort.

If Yishen were still conscious, he would surely discover that the distorted residents were like melted wax figures, very similar to the Flower-farewell Tree.

The Illusory Realm can forever only rely on the creator's own thinking ability.

The Flower-farewell Tree has drifted in the Distorted world for hundreds of years; it seems to be the controller, but in fact it has long been assimilated, so the characters it recreates are forever distorted, unreal shadows.

Meanwhile, the outside world.

0731 has already almost killed the Flower-farewell Tree.

After all, it's a divine beast; in this world it doesn't need to exert much effort to kill the Flower-farewell Tree, which originally had little vitality.

Heavenly Dao warnings came one after another, but not a single bolt of lightning dared to strike 0731's head.

Just kidding, the warnings are enough; if anyone really dared to harm this person, the Spiritual Chief wouldn't let it go!

0731 rammed forward again, suddenly feeling the Host's power around it.

Oh!

It suddenly became excited, lunged at the Flower-farewell Tree and threw it to the ground, biting the pen on the ground, cooperating with the Host inside and outside.

"No! How could it be this fast!"

The Flower-farewell Tree was originally going to be killed by this inexplicably appearing monster, thinking that as long as Yishen remained trapped in the Illusory Realm and couldn't return, even if this body was ruined, it could be reborn using Yishen's identity.

But how could this happen!

"No... no! This cannot be!"

The Flower-farewell Tree finally panicked, trembling as it tried to grab the pen.

It was already too late.

The Illusory Realm was completely broken through.