The End Times as a Song

Lin Yin sat atop an ancient locust tree, sullenly drinking his "Drunken Immortal" wine. Seeing Lin Moshi approaching their room, he gave a wicked smile, a smile that was both righteous and evil, both celestial and demonic. He jumped down from the tree, blocking Lin Moshi's path and publicly mocking him:

"Oh, who do we have here? It's our Apocalypse God. What are you doing here so late...? You're not planning something, are you?"

Upon hearing Lin Yin's instigating words, Lin Moshi's expression changed drastically, and he shouted angrily, "What can I do? Can't I come...?" After saying that, Lin Moshi suddenly looked at Lin Yin, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

Facing the cold indifference of the Cold World, Lin Yin showed no fear, coldly snorted, and returned all the flashing swords and shadows to the Cold World:

"Hmph...! The God of the Apocalypse can go wherever he wants? How dare we stop him? But you gods, visiting in the dead of night, surely you're not planning to do anything underhanded!" His words were full of mockery and disrespect towards the gods.

Lin Moshi suppressed his inexplicable hostility and anger towards Lin Yin, then snorted coldly and stared at Lin Yin: "Hmph...! How interesting, you talk as if you're not a god? What, do you want to do something underhanded?" With a change of tone, Lin Moshi retaliated with a stab.

Amidst the flashing swords and shadows, Lin Yin showed no fear of Lin Moshi's divine might. Instead, he composed himself and responded with ease: "Can't I get some fresh air if I'm feeling annoyed? You wouldn't have to worry about something like this, would you?" He then added a sarcastic remark to Lin Moshi.

Lin Yin's words were full of sarcasm about Lin Moshi's divine status. Lin Moshi suppressed his anger and his eyes sharpened: "I have no interest in your affairs and can't be bothered with them. Where is Miss Huan?"

Lin Yin sneered: "Doomsday God, you're trying to take advantage of this girl. What could she be doing so late at night instead of sleeping? Is she going to wander around like a god? She's not the God of Night."

As soon as he finished speaking, a smile appeared on Lin Yin's lips. He glanced at Lin Moshi out of the corner of his eye, anticipating Lin Moshi's reaction.

As expected, Lin Moshi was furious and couldn't calm down for a moment: "Lin Yin, don't talk like that. If you have a problem with me, just say so. I don't like you either." He clenched his fists, about to explode.

Seeing Lin Moshi's reaction, Lin Yin smiled with satisfaction and continued to mock him in a cheeky manner: "Doomsday God, I didn't say anything. You're the one who's putting it on yourself...!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything...?"

"Is it fun to mess with me? I think you need to be taught a lesson...?"

"You think you can take me down?"

"You sickly weakling, do you think I, the God of the Apocalypse, can't handle you...?"

Why don't you give it a try and see if I'm a sickly person...!

"Then I won't stand on ceremony...! Meeting Divine Sword...!" Rin Moshishi flicked his empty hand into the air, summoning the Meeting Divine Sword, and without saying a word, he immediately attacked.

Lin Yin was not afraid at all. With a wave of his small hand, he summoned the Soul-Devouring Insects and countered their moves. The two sides were evenly matched and neither gave an inch...!

Two grown men, in the dead of night, were outside Huan Rugo's door, talking about life and arguing fiercely, keeping Huan Rugo awake. Huddled in her blankets, she murmured, "Heavens! What are these two doing?"

"Aren't they going to sleep, have heart-to-heart talks, and chat all night? Why aren't they going back to their own rooms? They even started fighting. Should I go out and stop them...?"

"But what happened with Lin Yin just now, wouldn't it be awkward for me to go out now? Forget it, I'll just pretend I don't know anything and go to sleep!"

Huan Rugo suppressed her discomfort, pretended not to hear anything, and forced herself to fall asleep.