May 10, 4612 A.D.

It had been a week since the battle between the two major religions, and Jiang Muyin, who had been in a coma for three weeks, had finally woken up.

Early in the morning, Jiang Ling pushed his wheelchair to the grove, and Jiang Muyin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was still holding a Bible story and watching. The cool breeze blowing in the early morning is also quite pleasant.

The two who seem to be sisters are a little silent, Jiang Muyin's silence is because he is reading a book, and Jiang Ling's silence is because she doesn't talk much in the first place, and actions are higher than words for her.

There were some wooden chairs next to this grove, and without Jiang Muyin speaking, Jiang Ling parked his wheelchair in a place, where they came every day. The doctor said that going outside more every day is conducive to rapid recovery, and the reason why the legs cannot move is because the nerves are stimulated, which can not use too much medicine, and can only recover by itself.

Jiang Muyin didn't have any sadness, but was a little leisurely, and the inconvenient activities meant that he didn't have to go to class, and he didn't have to get up early every day to go to church to pray. Regarding the part of the class, Jiang Muyin is not worried, his progress is faster than that of his contemporaries, and he will study almost well this semester, just waiting for the exam. As for prayer, Jiang Muyin did not fall behind, and from the day he woke up, he would pray in the morning.

This pious attitude was not contrived, but sincere, and it was habitual, and he was accustomed to praying every morning, without interruption.

Jiang Muyin suddenly closed the book and sighed, Jiang Ling, who was sitting on the wooden chair next to him, tilted his head, and the two looked behind a tree at the same time.

"Mordred," Jiang Muyin suddenly shouted.

No one responded, which seemed a little awkward.

After a while, a boy came out from behind the tree, looking at Jiang Muyin with an embarrassed smile and a stupid look on his face. Only Jiang Muyin, an excellent knight of the Knight Palace, would be like this, stupid. Mordred has blonde hair and eyes that are ocean blue, as pure as the sea. He is fourteen years old this year, and his development is somewhat advanced, with a height of about one and a half meters.

"How did you find out" Mordred carried a thermos box, came to Jiang Muyin attentively, handed the thermos box over, "Taste it"

"Hiding behind the same tree for four days in a row, no matter how well you hide, it's useless." Jiang Muyin looked at the boy helplessly.

"It's not like you're afraid you won't find it." Mordred said, "Don't you taste it?"

"I'm sorry, I've already eaten it." Jiang Muyin politely refused.

Mordred took back the insulated box with some disappointment, and sat on the long wooden chair, which happened to be Jiang Muyin's right hand, "How have you recovered these days, how do you seem to have lost weight again?"

"The doctor said that it is not recommended to eat big fish and meat, reasonable recuperation, and make up for the daily nutritional intake, and it is useless to eat so much." Jiang Muyin opened the Bible story and continued to read.

"How can this work" Mordred stood up excitedly, "You are thirteen years old this year, it is just the time of development, it is good to eat a little more to develop, as a girl, why don't you know this"

Jiang Muyin raised his head and blinked his good-looking eyes, and Mordred, who was looking at it, suddenly came back to his senses, blushed and sat down. He sighed, "It's not good to eat more, nutrition is the key, I've taken in enough, and it's really not good to eat more." ”

"Eat some of them, then," Mordred muttered. This knight boy, who usually has the demeanor of a noble son, rarely looks like a child so much.

"Be careful." Jiang Muyin looked at the Bible story and touched Mordred without a trace, "Your instructor may be here, I can feel that kind of gaze." ”

"Instructor Thork" Mordred was taken aback, he didn't expect that the former fifth-level knight would also have such a hobby of voyeurism.

"He's not alone, you can do it."

Mordred was a little angry, finally had such an opportunity to be alone with Jiang Muyin, and there were still people peeping, as for Jiang Ling, she was transparent, she didn't speak or squeak, and she only talked to Jiang Muyin when she spoke, so Mordred didn't count her.

"The spring breeze blows across the lake, I look at the lights in the distance, the cold wind is blowing, is there still a place for me to live in this world" Jiang Muyin suddenly sang a song, and his tone was so desolate. People can't help but think that beside the dark lake far from the city lights, there is a woman who looks at the world indifferently, the cold wind blows through her clothes, she takes a deep look at the brightly lit city, and turns into the darkness.

The bleak singing can't help but make people intoxicated, and when they think of the woman who was reverie, those who hear it can't help but feel sad. Jiang Ling took out the organ and blew it silently, adding a mournful music to the half-sung song. Hundred turns of melancholy, the song sounds even more sad.

The end of the song.

"Does it sound good" Jiang Muyin asked, he turned to look at Jiang Ling, and both of them smiled.

"Nice" Jiang Ling smiled, she also looked good when she smiled, dazzling like the sun. Jiang Muyin also smiled, his smile was the kind of quiet and elegant breeze that was gentle and elegant, with the feeling of a fresh breeze.

His question seemed to be asking Mordred, but he looked at Jiang Ling again, not leaving a trace of his gaze on Mordred.

Mordred saw Jiang Muyin's smile that had just turned over, and felt that his heart trembled, and he choked three words in his throat, but he couldn't say it. Maybe it's because he can't bear the responsibility that those three words represent, he can't even guarantee his future, and what qualifications does he have to say those three words to Jiang Muyin

Those idlers in the dark were also embarrassed to jump out at this time to disturb such a beautiful scene, they only felt that Mordred's grandson was so fast, but they didn't know that Mordred was just a friend to Jiang Muyin now.

It was only after Jiang Ling had been walking in Jiang Muyin's wheelchair for a while that Mordred reacted, looking at the back, Mordred got up and was about to chase, but a hand fell on his shoulder, pressing him down alive.

As soon as Mordred turned his head, he saw that it was his instructor, the fifth-level knight chief, codename: Instructor Sok of Silver Huili.

Instructor Sock looked at Mordred, who was about to say something, and glared, "I'm looking for you to train in the morning, but you're lazy here"

Mordred couldn't say what she was worried about, thinking to herself, instructor, didn't you sneak into the ice cream shop last time, everyone knows that you are interested in someone's thirty-five-year-old unmarried proprietress and said that you just went to the toilet when you came back.

"I took a leave of absence for two months, and after I came back, you gave me four days to disappear, and you want to rebel" Instructor Sok grabbed Mordred's ears and dragged them out of the woods, which happened to be the opposite path to Jiang Muyin and them.

Mordred can't help it, he had better be honest and obedient until he can beat Instructor Sock. Instructor Sock looked at Mordred, who was a little angry in front of him, and scolded the little rabbit cub in his heart, how can you chase a girl like this, and you will be stupid when you see people, can you give people a sense of security, it seems that you have to teach this guy well.

This guy who is still single on the verge of Bensi still wants to tell others how to chase girls, but he doesn't realize that he hasn't even taken down the proprietress of someone's ice cream shop.

End of chapter