Chapter 1246: Zhao Liying's Gentle Paradise

Lin Lang's clone smirked and immediately activated the [Space-Time Global Teleport] skill. A faint golden light emanated from his palm, enveloping the gang leader Kalinger and the antique dealer Madeline in the auction house window.

With a "whoosh," before the halo of time travel had even dissipated, Kalinger and Madeline were left on the Antarctic ice sheet.

The gale, whipping up ice pellets, scraped against their faces like knives, instantly freezing their gasps in their throats.

"Oh shit!"

"What...what kind of place is this?" Madeline's eyelashes were covered in frost, and her lips were purple. She was about to say something when a mouthful of cold wind blew in, making her cough.

Gangster boss Kalinger was in an even worse situation. His thin shirt offered no protection against the sub-zero temperatures, his teeth chattered like they were fighting, and all he could see was a white blur.

Only a few penguins peeked out from behind the ice mound, tilting their heads curiously to look at the two uninvited guests.

"This is fucking weird!"

"How did we suddenly find ourselves in a snowy, icy wasteland?"

"so cold!"

"Could this be Antarctica?"

"What exactly is going on?"

"Frozen, frozen..." Gang leader Kalinger wanted to say, "I'm freezing to death!", but he couldn't even squeeze out a complete word.

Just then, Lin Lang, the clone, appeared from the wind and snow, a wicked smile on his lips, his eyes icy, and snowflakes falling from his hair, but it did not affect his aura in the slightest.

"Are you two alright?" Lin Lang, the clone, uttered a French phrase as he slowly walked over, the ice beneath his feet creaking.

Madeline stared at the clone Lin Lang in shock, exclaiming, "You damned bastard, it must have been you who did this!"

Kalinger's eyes were red, whether from the cold or anger, he shivered as he pulled out his gun and threatened his clone Lin Lang, "I don't care who you are, take us back right now, or I'll shoot you dead."

"Hahaha..." The laughter of the clone Lin Lang sounded particularly eerie amidst the wind and snow.

"We have an old saying in our Xia Kingdom: 'Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish.' You deserve to be frozen into an ice sculpture in Antarctica. At least you can see penguins before you die. It doesn't seem so bad, does it?"

Upon hearing this, Madeline exchanged a shocked glance with Kalinger, and said in a tearful voice, "My God, this really is Antarctica! How did he manage to bring us to Antarctica in an instant?"

Kalinger shivered from the cold wind, pointed his gun angrily at his clone Lin Lang, and said through gritted teeth, "Hurry up, find a way to get us back right now. My pistol is no joke."

Lin Lang, the clone, remained completely unfazed and quoted a French proverb: "Those who sow the wind will reap the storm; disaster will ultimately fall upon the wicked."

Shivering from the cold, Kalinger couldn't bear the mockery and angrily pulled the trigger in his pocket. With a "bang," a bullet shot out of the pistol and hit the clone Lin Lang in the shoulder.

With a "clang," the bullet seemed to hit a steel plate, its tip dented and then bounced away.

"Uh...you, are you a human or a ghost?!" Kalinger's hand holding the pistol was trembling, and he could hardly believe that the clone Lin Lang's body was bulletproof.

"To you, I am the Satan who will take your life." A cold, wicked smile crept across the lips of the clone Lin Lang, who stood in the wind and snow like the Grim Reaper.

Madeline, who was standing to the side, was so shocked that she covered her mouth and gasped. She looked at Lin Lang with great fear and instinctively took several steps back.

Some of the skeptical gang leaders, including Kalinger, stood trembling in the wind and snow, roaring as he fired several more shots at his clone, Lin Lang.

As a result, when the bullets hit Lin Lang's clone, they bounced off as if they were hitting a steel plate, ricocheting off the ice and sinking into the snow.

"Uh..." Kalinger's gun fell onto the ice and slid a long way away.

He finally broke down, jumping around in place while hugging his arms, but he couldn't warm his frozen limbs no matter what he did. "Demon, you must be a demon!"

Madeline was too frightened to speak, she just stared blankly at the clone Lin Lang, her eyes filled with terror.

The wind and snow, accompanied by the quacking of penguins, made this icy plain look like a hopeless prison.

Lin Lang, in his clone, arrogantly brushed the snow off his shoulders, then let out a boastful whistle, his voice trailing off with undisguised sarcasm: "I hope you'll enjoy being buried in this frigid land. May God bless you!"

The wind and snow intensified, whipping up Lin Lang's voice as it crashed down on Kalinga and Madeline.

"Bye-bye...Enjoy the Antarctic blizzard to your heart's content."

Lin Lang, in his clone form, deliberately dragged out the tone, as if he were singing a comical play.

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint golden halo appeared around him, gradually becoming transparent as if swallowed by wind and snow, and finally disappearing completely into the white world.

"The assassination mission is complete, and the clone has been recalled by the system."

When the system notification sounded in Lin Lang's mind, only the two abandoned figures remained on the icy plain.

The cold wind whipped up snowflakes that suddenly became denser, like countless icy needles pricking their faces.

Kaling watched as Lin Lang's clone completely vanished into the snowstorm, and his last hope shattered along with it.

He staggered back a few steps and sat heavily in the snow that was above his knees. His whole body was almost soaked with cold air, and his knuckles were stiff from the cold.

"It's over... I'm definitely going to die this time!" He muttered to himself, staring at the swirling snowflakes, his voice ripped apart by the wind.

Madeline's boots left deep ruts in the snow as she collapsed into the snow in despair, tears mingling with the snowmelt as she cried, her sobs almost incoherent.

"Who is this damned guy? He's really got us killed!"

"Help!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

Madeline suddenly looked up, letting the snowflakes hit his face, melting into water that trickled down his jawline and into his collar, making him shiver.

The leaden sky seemed to be collapsing, and the howling wind and snow swept across the wasteland, chewing up and swallowing their cries for help.

Kaling huddled behind an ice mound, trying to escape the fierce wind, but he felt his body temperature being slowly drained away. His consciousness quickly began to blur, and the bright snow light in front of him made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

Only the sound of the wind remained in the world—howling like countless wronged souls crying.

Madeline looked at the sky and the earth merging in the distance in despair, and for the first time felt what it meant to be "cry out to heaven and earth in vain."

Kaling opened his mouth, wanting to curse and roar, but only managed to make hoarse sounds; his lips were already cracked and bleeding from the cold.

His body grew heavier and heavier, as if he could see the fireplace in his childhood home, the warm flames licking the firewood. But the next second, the biting cold pulled him back to reality.

Madeline moved closer to Kalinger, but was pushed away in disgust. The two of them were so exhausted that they barely had the strength to keep each other warm, and all that remained was the fear of death.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, quickly accumulating a thin layer on them, as if to cover their frozen bodies with a white cloth in advance.

Despair, like ice, spread from their feet to their hearts, eventually freezing even their thoughts.

Meanwhile, Lin Lang, the main character, had already taken Zhao Liying back to her home in Shanghai.

Back in familiar surroundings, the danger and hostility of the past were left behind in time and space.

Zhao Liying's tension and fear were finally relieved at this moment.

"Phew... This time travel trip was so exciting!" She let out a long sigh, raised her hand to pat her chest, her fingertips still trembling slightly.

Lin Lang gently wrapped his arms around Zhao Liying's waist, pulled her closer to him, and said tenderly, "Don't be afraid, baby, you're safe now."

Zhao Liying playfully stuck out her tongue and smiled, her eyes filled with surprise and joy, her tone slightly exaggerated, "Honey, you're amazing!"

Lin Lang's fingertips caressed Zhao Liying's soft waist, his tone soothing, as he asked, "Oh? How am I so amazing?"

"Honey, not only can you travel through time whenever you want, you also have telekinetic superpowers!"

"Especially when you struck those gangsters with lightning just now, that earth-shattering scene... it scared me so much my legs went weak!" Zhao Liying said coquettishly in Lin Lang's arms.

Lin Lang raised his hand and flicked Zhao Liying's nose, raising an eyebrow and grinning mischievously, "They tried to steal the world-famous painting we won at auction, they deserve to be sent to meet their maker."

Zhao Liying wrapped her arms around Lin Lang's neck, deliberately drawing out her words, her eyes curving into crescents, "Honey, today has truly changed my perception of you. I'm loving you more and more now, what should I do?"

Lin Lang chuckled softly, hugged Zhao Liying's soft body tightly, and coaxed gently, "Husband loves you even more!"

Zhao Liying looked at Lin Lang with sparkling eyes and said exaggeratedly, "Honey, you were so cool when you struck those bad guys with lightning, even more awesome than the superheroes in the movies."

"From now on, your husband will be your personal superhero." Lin Lang lowered his head and pecked Zhao Liying's luscious red lips with a kiss as gentle as a feather.

"Honey, let me get pregnant with your baby! Our child will definitely inherit your superpowers and grow up to be just as amazing as you!"

After saying that, Zhao Liying slightly tiptoed and took the initiative to kiss Lin Lang's lips.

Lin Lang's Adam's apple bobbed as his heart trembled at the sweet, playful kiss from the beauty in his arms.

He didn't rush to deepen the kiss, but simply turned his head slightly, his lips gently touching hers, the warm touch like a spring breeze brushing against flower petals, so gentle that he couldn't bear to disturb it.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of Zhao Liying's hair, mixed with her sweet and soft aura, making one's heart flutter.

Zhao Liying's eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterflies about to take flight. She looked shyly into Lin Lang's deep eyes, but then lowered her head slightly, feeling a little embarrassed, and happily surrendered herself to him.

Lin Lang placed his palm on Zhao Liying's back, his fingertips gently stroking it with a soothing force.

With her other hand, she firmly supported Zhao Liying's soft waist, pulling her into her arms and deepening the sweet kiss.

Zhao Liying returned Lin Lang's kiss with utmost tenderness, a passionate and lingering kiss that almost made her drown in the enchanting atmosphere of the room.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Liying, slightly out of breath, buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice barely audible: "Husband, carry me back to the bedroom."

Lin Lang didn't say much, but bent down slightly, put his arms under Zhao Liying's knees and back, and carried her in a standard princess carry, steadily lifting her soft and delicate body horizontally.

Zhao Liying subconsciously wrapped her arms around Lin Lang's neck, pressed her cheek against his warm chest, listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and couldn't help but smile sweetly.

Lin Lang carried Zhao Liying and hurried towards the bedroom.

"Honey, don't be in such a hurry, you might drop me."

"Wife, it would be a lie to say I'm not impatient to hold such a beauty in my arms." The bedroom door was opened by Lin Lang using his telekinetic powers, and slowly closed, filling the room with warmth and ambiguity.

"Ugh..." Zhao Liying was thrown onto the soft bed by Lin Lang.

"Hehe..." Lin Lang chuckled mischievously, then took off his shoes, jumped onto the bed, and eagerly crawled into Zhao Liying's quilt.