I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 229: Lin Jie Is Watching

Doris? 

Lin Jie was briefly stunned as his flitting between dreams came to an abrupt halt.

He stood at the edge of the dream, watching from above and once again carefully verified what he had seen.

Standing in the forest and gazing into the distance, the solemn yet beautiful elf gleamed with splendor.

It was that rich lady *ahem super customer who had visited the bookstore on a rainy night under Ji Zhixiu’s recommendation and purchased a whopping thirty copies of Emblems & Totems.

“It’s really her… What a coincidence.”

Lin Jie broke into the usual affable smile he used for greeting his customers.

“It’s been a few months, I wonder if her clan has finished the 'preview' of that book.”

Just as he usually did when spectating other dreams, Lin Jie let his consciousness sink down, transcending the boundary between the outer void and dream realm, arriving into the other party's dream.

At first glance, the initial impression this dream gave off was that it was all green, because its setting was what appeared to be a primeval forest.

As Lin Jie wandered around, the environment reminded him of a time when he had ventured into an old forest while conducting some folklore research, and it evoked a sense of nostalgia.

All around him were huge intertwined roots of gigantic, vine-infested trees covered in algae and a forest floor covered in a bed of fallen leaves. As if in the dark night, cryptogams twinkled and emitted bright, blue lights in nooks and crannies both near and far.

Of course, what shone the brightest in this place was undoubtedly Doris herself.

Gleaming with splendor wasn't just an apt description of the elf lady’s ravishing beauty. She was literally glowing (physically)...

Doris had on a magnificent white gown with mysterious yet beautiful gold patterns on the edges, and this faint gold texture could indistinctly be seen on the soft fabric. An emerald pendant on her forehead complemented her pure, turquoise eyes perfectly.

In her hand was a birch scepter, with intertwining vines and an iris flower at its tip.

Together with her lo

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