I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 178, Section 111: Selfish Motives

Chapter 178, Section 1.11: Selfish Motives
Long silver hair was scattered on the pillow, her delicate and beautiful face was pale and bloodless, and her silver eyes were clear and clean, quietly gazing at the magnificent ceiling.

Dao Lin walked to the chair beside his bed and sat down, asking softly, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." Lanlos turned to look at Daolin and smiled gently.

"Don't move." With his icy blue eyes slightly darkened, Daolin leaned forward and placed his hand on Lanlos's forehead.

The burning heat from his hands made Dao Lin frown, and he scolded, "This is not nothing at all."

Her silver eyes were fixed on the ceiling, a hint of resentment flashing across them, but her tone was gentle and relieved. "It's probably time."

"Accept death with a clear conscience?" Dao Lin's expression turned cold as he retorted, "I've wanted to ask this before: what exactly is your relationship with laziness? And what is my relationship with you? Does my amnesia have anything to do with you?"

Lanlos suddenly fell silent.

“You can take your time to think about it. I’ll sit here and wait until you’re ready to talk.” Dao Lin withdrew his hand and sat up straight in the chair.

A gentle breeze drifted in through the open window, ruffling the white wisps of hair on the boy's forehead and revealing a mysterious silver totem on his temple. His delicate, handsome face wore a slight smile, his icy blue eyes gazing quietly at the weakened Lanlos on the bed, his thin lips slightly pursed.

The two were silent for a long time.

"Actually, I should apologize to you. I'm sorry, Daolin, I shouldn't have taken advantage of you," Lanlos sighed softly and said slowly in a weak voice.

"You're feeling the same way right now, aren't you? That feeling of having trouble breathing is like drowning." He was describing all the sensations he experienced last night, feeling like he was about to die.

"May I touch you?" Lanlos slowly sat up, panting and looking weakly at Dao Lin, his silver eyes filled with a glimmer of hope.

Dao Lin was slightly taken aback, but the next second he agreed, "Okay."

Lanlos should have been more comfortable with his right hand, but he deliberately turned to the side and used his left hand to carefully touch Dao Lin's cheek, as if it were a fragile object.

The gentle smile on her face seemed more genuine than before, yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "It's so good... to still see you like this..."

"Can you answer my question now?" Dao Lin lowered his eyes. Even though he didn't want to disturb him, he still wanted to get his answer.

“Do you know my abilities?” Lanlos asked.

Before Daolin could answer, Lanlos continued, "My true ability is to resurrect anyone who has died."

Dao Lin's icy blue pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt as if he had touched the edge of the truth.

Lanlos looked down at the silver, mysterious eye on his left wrist and slowly said, "I am not my master's other half, but something like a substitute doll that he created and gave life to, to take my master's place when necessary. There have been countless beings like me, and every substitute is called Lanlos. We always have only one appearance."

So that black lily was half full of vitality, and half like an old man in his twilight years.

"Actually, this isn't our first meeting. Perhaps it's because of the time difference, but we met ten years ago. Back then, I had just been created and, not knowing anything, I secretly ran away and saw you. You weren't like you are now back then; you were a real adult man."

“You are so smart, you know everything. No matter what I ask you, you know it perfectly. But then the master discovered you. That’s when I realized that we are different. You are the so-called outsider. But you taught me a lot, and even made me somewhat unwilling to live as the master’s substitute.”

"So after I was discovered by Laziness, he killed me, and then you resurrected me?" Daolin asked, frowning.

"That's about it, but things are a bit more complicated." Lanlos suddenly didn't want to continue. It was better to keep some memories to himself.

Because the resurrected Dao Lin no longer needs to know about the past; he is a completely new person.

Even though he realized last night that the relationship between his master and Dao Lin hadn't been completely severed, he still couldn't help but shift his focus from him to Dao Lin, just like when he risked everything to shield Dao Lin from his master's attack. "I can listen to you slowly," Dao Lin said.

“But I don’t want to continue.” Lanlos lay back down, slowly closing his silver eyes, and said detachedly.

"Then, get some rest." Dao Lin slowly stood up and was about to turn and leave, but the next second Lan Luo Si grabbed his wrist.

Lanlos's eyes held a hint of pleading, his long silver hair cascading down his back, his delicate and beautiful face gentle yet fragile. He asked cautiously, "Could you please not leave yet?"

Dao Lin pursed his thin lips and sat back down in his chair.

"Perhaps because of my past relationship, you and the master have a very special connection, which sometimes even affects each other. I even confused the two of you once, which may be why the master wanted to kill you at all costs. Unfortunately, I secretly resurrected you without the master's knowledge."

Resurrecting others comes at a price, but Lanlos doesn't want to say it.

He is the only work that possesses his own emotions, and all his emotions are given to Dao Lin at that time, so when he met Dao Lin later, he couldn't help but want to help him.

"Daolin... I didn't mean to hurt you... I was just forced to..." He had no choice. If he had immediately unleashed the debunking, Daolin would probably have been killed by his master again.

Because their physical conditions were synchronized at that time, if the master had stabbed himself in the chest, Daolin would have died immediately, while the master would have been fine.

A person who has already been resurrected cannot be resurrected a second time.

"Can you hold my hand?" Lanlos asked cautiously.

"Hmm." Daolin reached out and grasped his right hand.

A faint smile appeared on Lanlos's face, a smile that was weak yet tinged with joy.

Her clear silver eyes stared intently at Dao Lin, as if trying to imprint him in her mind, and crystal tears slid down, wetting the white pillow.

"I like you."

"No, that seems too ambiguous."

"I love you."

I don't want anyone to know; I just want to leave with this feeling all to myself, as if it were my last selfish wish.

If he could, he would want to truly become a being with an independent life.

I'm so unwilling to die like this...

Lanlos slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing stopped.