The first light just shone in the sky. Before the morning light was opened and the night was still there, Lin Mu woke up, opened his eyes, and did not rush to get out of the bed, and just lay there, feeling dizzy, as if he had been in a row for several nights, and his brain seemed to have been squeezed dry...`

This is a sequelae after soul cutting. Lin Mu had long been mentally prepared, but he didn't expect that after only one night, he came so urgently and so fiercely.

After a while, it was not until Uncle Rong's shout came from outside the door that Lin Mu felt a little better. He forced himself to get up. The panda was standing by the bed and flipped through his medical system procedures. He still couldn't find a way to help Lin Mu. He had no treatment methods involved in the soul.

Lin Mu looked at himself in his glasses, his face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were deeply concave, and he was extremely haggard. He washed his face with cold water, and after a little energy, he went downstairs with some frivolous steps.

Lin Zhirong had something to do in his heart. Although he noticed Lin Mu's haggardness, he didn't think much about it. He just thought that Lin Mu was staying up late to review the college entrance examination a few days later. After a few words of concern, he became a little absent-minded and looked at the door a few minutes later.

Lin Mu was funny, but he didn't say anything. After breakfast, his face improved a little. He greeted Lin Zhirong, took the wooden sword he had made before and went to the artificial lake behind the Earl's Mansion, adjusted his breathing slightly, and practiced according to the sword technique he passed down from the Lin family: One Yuan, Two Yi, Three Kings, Four Elements, Five Elements, Seven Stars, Eight Poles, Nine Yangs, and Ten Directions.

Lin Mu has long been familiar with the ten sword techniques, but unfortunately, he has not achieved the fighting spirit and is a bit ordinary when he uses it, but Lin Mu still practices it seriously.

Before he finished practicing, Lin Mu stopped, carefully considered some of the problems that had appeared in his practice just now, adjusted them, and then continued. After practicing for two or three hours, he stopped sweating profusely. The mental depression caused by the soul cutting was improved a lot after this practice.??.??`co?m

"Sir, are you going to focus on practicing martial arts in the future?"

Seeing Lin Mu stop, Panda immediately brought the towel and asked.

Lin Mu wiped his sweat and smiled, "Don't you think practicing swordsman is handsome? Speaking of which, my dream when I was a child was to become a sword saint, white clothes are better than snow, a sword comes from the west, and a flying fairy from the sky. Unfortunately, I don't have any talent in martial arts, and I am lazy, but I'm delayed. Now, since I have the chance, I will naturally pick it up."

"Even if you can't make a name for yourself, it's good to work hard."

Lin Mu said, holding a sword flower, and it seemed to look like it, and immediately received applause and encouragement. Lin Mu was stunned for a moment, turned his head and saw Sharjah standing tall by the lake in a red dress, smiling slightly, and applauding. Xisuo, who was standing beside him, looked at him with a hostile gaze.

"Ahem, Master."

Lin Zhirong coughed softly and broke the silence. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, so he had to smile bitterly. As soon as Sharjah and the others arrived, he wanted to send someone to inform Lin Mu. However, when Sharjah heard that Lin Mu was practicing swords, he came directly. He didn't have time to notify him. Now, he was afraid he would be a little rude.

Lin Mu didn't know what Lin Zhirong was thinking. He just carried the sword and stared at Sharjah across the lake. This scene seemed familiar, and he couldn't help but think of the last meeting in his previous life again. Compared with the two, Lin Mu felt a little dazed and didn't know what year it would be...?`c?o?m?

"Cousin Mu, long time no see."

Sharjah held the corner of her skirt and bowed to Lin Mu with a shallow smile. Her smile was still the same, but it felt a little more pleasant when she fell into Lin Mu's eyes. Yesterday, she saw each other through the crowd and glanced at her in a hurry, but she couldn't see clearly at this moment.

Even across the lake, Lin Mu could still clearly see the tiny tear mole on the corner of his eyes when Sharjah laughed. The appearance of the crying little girl when she was a child appeared in his mind again. It was silly and in a daze, overlapping with the queen who had no idea how to laugh or cry in his previous life memory. She took off her red skirt and changed into an armed one.

It was like a dream bubble, and Lin Muqi was instantly crazy.

"Ahem!"

Xisuo looked at Lin Mu staring at Sharjah with a squinting look, and his face became even darker and he coughed hard. If he hadn't been concerned about his face, he might have pulled Sharjah away directly.

This damn leuko is indeed malicious!

Xisuo gritted his teeth and thought, and his eyes looked at Lin Mu without realizing it became a little more fierce.

"Young Master, go and change your clothes first."

Lin Zhirong could not let Lin Mu continue to be rude by turning a blind eye, and hurried over and whispered.

"good."

Lin Mu reacted, nodded apologetically to Sharjah and the others, and then instructed Lin Zhirong to treat Sharjah and the others well, then turned around and returned to the room apologetically. From beginning to end, he did not look at Augustus who had been standing next to Sharjah.

Augustus didn't care, his eyes were lowered, his palms were hidden under the white robe, casting spells quietly, capturing the vague aura on the count's mansion that belonged to the moon.

After Lin Mu took a shower, changed his clothes and went downstairs, Sharjah and the others had already sat in the living room. They didn't see Augustus. Uncle Rong stood beside him. Sharjah held a cup of tea and sipped in a sip that could not sit still. Xisuo continued to maintain a black face, sitting straight, with fierce eyes, as if he was ready to turn against him at any time.

"Young Master."

"Cousin Mu."

Seeing Lin Mu come down, Uncle Rong and Sharjah's shouts sounded almost at the same time, while Xisuo snorted coldly and raised his chin proudly.

"Uncle Rong, go and do your business."

Lin Mu said to Lin Zhirong, Lin Zhirong hesitated for a moment and nodded and left. Although he was worried that Lin Mu would not be able to deal with it, this kind of thing should be handled by Lin Mu, the master.

“Sharjah.”

Lin Mu nodded to Sharjah with a smile, and looked at Xisuo again, "Oh, by the way, there is Xisuo. Long time no see."

"Yes, long time no see. It's almost ten years."

Sharjah was obviously very happy and couldn't help but stand up and want to hug Lin Mu.

Xisau, who was beside him, suddenly turned darker and he coughed hard, so Sharjah had to sit back in embarrassment.

"Did Xisuo catch a cold? I have cold medicine, so I'll give it to you later."

Looking at Xisuo, who was young, who didn't know how to show his emotions and anger at this moment, Lin Mu couldn't help but tease him. Xisuo's face suddenly became darker. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Mu took a step forward, grabbed Sharjah's hand just right, put it on his lips, and gave a kiss.

Although he avoided Sharjah's embarrassment, Xisuo stood up and almost roared, "You damn bastard, you dare to kiss her. I'm going to kill you!"

Lin Mu and Sharjah looked at the roaring Xiso, and then with a squeak, Lin Mu and Sharjah laughed almost at the same time, as if they were ignorant. When Lin Mu first saw Sharjah and Xiso, Xiso, who was still a child, seemed to be roaring at Lin Mu and rushing towards him.

In a blink of an eye, many years have passed.

Lin Mu thought about it carefully. It turned out to be the most profound picture in the countless memories related to Sharjah and Xiso in his previous life. If life was just like the first meeting, how good it would be.

He sighed in his heart, looking at Sharjah and Xiso in front of him. She is not the cold Queen, and now he is not the red-clothed priest who does not show his emotions.

This is really good.

ps: Two chapters were automatically distributed yesterday. After I deleted one chapter, I left empty chapters. I was depressed. I revised it again and it should be able to read it. Everyone can refresh it again. Apologize.

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