Chapter 57
Little Hottie 10
Helpless and dejected, Miniature Leng Yejin let out a sigh. “From now on, none of you are allowed to leave my side. Tong Lu and Shanshan are also not allowed to come near me. I’ll stay in my study. I won’t go anywhere!”
He extended his small arm, picked up a folder from the desk and flipped it open to read the document with a straight face. He had decided to sit here and deal with the documents until way past midnight. He refused to walk out of this room again. But he had only started reading the documents for a moment before bursting with rage. He flung the folder onto the desk.
“Big brother, just let me take a blood sample and perform a full-body checkup for you. I’m serious. Have faith in me again.”
Ji Yiming refused to give up. He also could not bear to see him go through the pain of this transformation every month. But aside from two years ago, when Big Brother Jin frantically called Ji Yiming the first time he transformed, he refused to let anyone see him as a three-year-old child. Instead, he locked himself in the room and silently dealt with the pain on his own.
Long Yan pinched his own thigh hard. He was afraid that he could not resist the urge to pinch his cousin brother’s cheek. ‘Can someone lend me the courage to do that? How cool is Big Brother Jin? Was he also this cool when he was three?’
Long Yan said, “If you ask me, I’d say why bother to treat it? Isn’t that great? It’s so cool to stay young forever.”
Two years ago, someone ambushed Leng Yejin and tried to hunt him down. He went on the run with hundreds of bodyguards and stumbled into the Bermuda Triangle. No one heard from him ever since.
Everyone said that the Bermuda Triangle was a death zone. No one could come back out alive. Still, they refused to give up on him. Instead, they sent teams and teams of scouts into the Bermuda Triangle to locate him. They had tried everything. But none of the people they sent in returned. By then, they thought that their big brother could never come back. All hopes were lost. They blamed themselves for not being able to protect him…
It was until half a year later.
Long Yan suddenly received a call from his cousin brother. When he and his people found Leng Yejin, Long Yan could never ever forget what he saw — his cousin brother had walked over and stood before him grimly. His eyes were red. “Hundreds of bodyguards. None of them survived. I’m the only one left.”
When he said that, what streamed out of his eyes was not tears. It was tears of blood!
It was really tinted with blood!
There was a saying: ‘Real men don’t cry.’ But he was shedding blood tears!
The despair and grief in his voice was indescribable. The emotions within him were inexpressible. He wanted so badly to scream out loud but he suppressed the urge to do so. Those who had not gone through the same ordeal could never relate.
He remembered his cousin brother’s raspy voice as the latter repeatedly said, “I didn’t even manage to bring anyone back! No one!”
He then collapsed in front of Long Yan.
Long Yan never really knew how hundreds of bodyguards, who swore to protect Leng Yejin with their lives, really died!
His cousin brother never brought that up. It was a hidden wound that he refused to touch. Long Yan did not dare to ask either.
But he realized that there were some changes in Leng Yejin’s body. His cells could recover at a staggering rate. Any injury on his body could instantly recover. The only downside was that on every night of the full moon, he would transform into a three-year-old child, which was his weakest state. But once twenty four hours had passed, he would revert to his adult self. Moreover, every cell in his body would renew and reach the prime of itself. Even Ji Yiming suspected that this never-ending cycle of cell regeneration might make Leng Yejin an immortal.
On second thought, it was cool as h*ll. But the price he had to pay…
Long Yan had the guts to ask him again, “Big brother, when you were in the Bermuda Triangle for half a year, what really happened during that time? How did those bodyguards die? They were all extremely well-trained elite fighters. How did they just die? And how did you end up with such a bizarre condition?”