Chapter 986 - 471: Don’t Overanalyze (Second Update, 900+ Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 986: Chapter 471: Don’t Overanalyze (Second Update, 900+ Monthly Tickets)

Alice Blythe gradually regained consciousness, but when she found herself standing atop the Aralia tree, she screamed in fright and instinctively clung to Lawrence Winters.

Lawrence gently patted her back and said with a smile, "Don’t be afraid, close your eyes, I’ll take you down."

Her usual voice was clear and resonant, like the sound of jade stones being struck.

But now, she considered Alice Blythe’s unstable mental state, so her voice was a few notes lower, improbably gentle, like spring breeze crossing the lake, carrying moisture and arriving with an indescribable warmth.

The audience watching the live broadcast were stunned.

"...Whoa! Did she suddenly use voice dubbing? How did my fiercely assertive Great Heavenly Master Lawrence become so soothing and captivating all of a sudden???

"When Great Heavenly Master Lawrence is gentle, she’s also like a blade cutting through bone—my whole body feels weak! Worship.JPG!"

"Ahhhhh! I’m dead! I’m dead! It sounds so damn good!!!"

"The person above is truly uneducated, only knows how to say ’I’m dead’? At least I can say ’Whoa! It sounds so damn good!’"

"...Would the person above show some shame? Claimed to love Great Heavenly Master Lawrence... Did you give her a shout-out? Sent a rocket? Checked in on the super topic? Shared, commented, and liked in unison?—None of that, yet dare say you love her to death?!"

Her sudden gentleness left even those familiar with her speechless.

Edward Foster was almost leaning into the TV screen.

He didn’t want to watch the rest of the broadcast anymore. He immediately recorded Lawrence’s words "Don’t be afraid, close your eyes, I’ll take you down" on his phone, put on high-sensitivity noise-canceling headphones, lay on the sofa alone, and repeated the single sentence loop with eyes closed.

The earphones resounded with Lawrence’s rare gentle, tender voice; as if whispering in his ear, repeatedly causing his heart to contract and beat violently, with all his blood rushing.

He thought, only the netizens’ phrase "I’m dead" could express his feelings.

Evan Stetford sat in the big screening room, surrounded by many people talking, yet he couldn’t hear any other voice. Only Lawrence’s words automatically looped in his mind.

He didn’t consciously try to remember them, but his brain firmly held onto it.

His body was more honest than his consciousness, so he thought.

Meanwhile, Kenneth Osborne just felt heartache, heartache for Lawrence’s generous offerings to others, heartache wondering if those people forgot that she was also just a young girl, not much older than Alice Blythe...

Yet they all watched her rescue people single-handedly; did they ever consider what the consequences would be if Lawrence failed and Alice Blythe fired the gun?

At that moment, his heart nearly stopped beating!

She was someone he always silently protected, wanting to preserve her from any worldly trials.

Maybe she didn’t like his approach, but in his heart, he never wanted to harm her or let her undertake such high-risk tasks.

People only saw her exceptional skills and abilities, but who considered the risks behind these tasks?

She was only a twenty-one-year-old young girl...

Ruby Sheldon was also twenty-one, but well-protected by her parents, without needing to risk herself as Lawrence did.

He clenched his fists, feeling that he couldn’t afford to lose, his lawsuit must absolutely not fail.

That was his sole foundation for strength and self-defense.

He didn’t have a powerful family to rely on, but he could be the founder of a powerful family.

...

Alice Blythe closed her eyes, trusting completely as she hugged Lawrence Winters.

Lawrence wrapped an arm around her waist and held the Soft Whip that was tied to the trunk with the other, jumping down from the Aralia tree.

Alice stood on the grass with both feet, finally feeling her heart settle.

Her consciousness became increasingly clear; she opened her eyes and saw her parents rushing out of the big house, running toward her.

"Alice! Alice!"

"I knew you’d be okay! Thank you, Great Heavenly Master Lawrence!"

Mr. and Mrs. Blythe were overjoyed, rushing to Alice’s side. 𝘧𝓇ℯℴ𝓂

They hugged tightly, crying out loud.

This was the ecstatic joy of survival, the tears of happiness.

Lawrence smiled as she watched them, quietly packed up the Soft Whip, quickly rolled it into a small ball, and put it back in her backpack.

Mr. Zhuge walked over with a smile, "Well done, Daoist Lawrence!"

Daoist Wang also said with delight, "Daoist Lawrence actually has Holy Light! We’ve won! We are indeed the ultimate victors!"