Qin Fen stared at Moments with a pained expression. Keep showing off, you bastard. Go on! I'll send you an emoji I've never used before-an original one, too.
Qin Fen tapped Heartbreak, then put his phone away. He now faced a very awkward problem: how was he supposed to face Female Hooligan? And how had she gotten through Nian's lock-on? Something wasn't right.
While Qin Fen pondered, Female Hooligan had already frozen in shock.
As the emoji went into action, another cramped space appeared inside Qin Fen's phone.
It was pitch-black. Now, because of Qin Fen's reply, a crack opened, letting in a shaft of light that illuminated the prison-like space.
Kneeling on the ground and kissing the floor beneath him, a figure's bowed back began trembling involuntarily. A wail echoed through the space, hoarse and low, followed by an irrepressible burst of savage laughter, like that of a lunatic.
"Ahahahaha!" The kneeling figure slowly raised his head. Shadows obscured his features, and one hand covered his face, his arm shaking along with his body in uncontrollable excitement. "I'm out! Finally, I'm finally out! No one can stop me, not even a Saint! Find the source of that anger! I'll use Dragon Returns to the Sea and take back everything I lost!"
An eerie red gleam seeped between his fingers. The space grew oppressive, its temperature dropping as though boundless baleful energy had filled it.
He had no idea how long he had been trapped here. Every day had felt like a year, anyway. Who was he, the Heavenly Demon? An existence destined to become a Saint's heart demon! Yet he'd been fucking imprisoned before he could even achieve greatness. How was he supposed to take that?
He was brimming with grand ambitions, but what the hell good were they