"This icy touch...!"
Sigmund, or rather, Lin Jun who temporarily took control of this body, pressed tightly against the cold, rough stone wall, his cheeks slightly distorted from exertion.
A look of happiness almost to the point of tears was on his face, as if embracing a treasure lost for years.
Then, he extended that vampire's scarlet tongue, with a look of novelty and obsession, cautiously licking the back of his hand.
"Salty! Hahaha!" He burst into uncontrollable laughter, echoing eerily in the spacious hall.
It's hard to blame Lin Jun for his loss of composure at this moment.
More than three years!
For more than three years, he had no sense of taste, no sense of smell, and even touch was limited to the lowest level of perception!
It was simply an inhumane life!
But now, he could once again genuinely feel the cold wall, taste the flavor!
He went for another lick.
Margas shivered, curling himself up in the darkest corner of the hall, not daring to breathe.
