After twilight, the night wind was sad and cold, and the curtain was faint, and the drizzle was ethereal. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Lin Sheng leaned on the head of the bed to rest, the wound on his ribs was almost healed, and he looked through an old small window, looking into the distance on the rainy night in a foreign country, and his heart couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow. This was already Lin Sheng's third day in the other world, and he only vaguely remembered that day he had groped for the hole that emitted a streamer with his faint intuition, and he didn't know anything about what happened after that.

For a few days, there would always be news of war and plague in the distance, who died, or who won whom, who duel with whom, but Lin Sheng's heart was completely silent, because what did these people have to do with him?

Now the only thing Lin Sheng misses is Lan Lin. Her pitiful little face, the temperature that clinged to Lin Sheng's body at the last moment, the sentence "I love you, Lin Sheng" that made him dream back countless times.

His cold, petite body, from his fingers, to his forehead, to his lips, to every crevice of desire in his soul, he missed.

This is also the only link that Lin Sheng has left with the original world - of course, there is also the leather bag, and the book "Witch's Mallet", and the scum of Miyazaki Shuichi's deadwood staff, I don't know why his ugly stick was actually brought here.

Which mountain are you, which cave you are from, you will cross it when you say it, and you have sent the wrong courier!

That night, a wisp of homesickness crept into his heart, and Lin Sheng was so troubled that he spread out the book to see it, but the book "The Witch's Mallet" was empty, and there was not a word left! Lin Sheng naturally felt strange in his heart, so he recited the mantra of "sinikfol", but after trying it a few times, the book still remained unchanged, like a shriveled notebook, and there was no longer the original magic.

Lin Sheng was deflated now, what the hell? He originally vaguely remembered the last few pages of this book and a few lines of witchcraft records, but now it is good, in a different era, in a different time and space, there is nothing! And the only part of the witchcraft he remembers in his memory was also learned from Lan Lin. What kind of setting is this? Could it be that now I have to re-level myself again, I can't imagine that you are such a "little three chords"!

Lin Sheng secretly regretted in his heart that he had only fled for his life at that time, but he had forgotten to watch more practical witchcraft. Knowledge is power.

Just as he was thinking, there was a strange sound at the door, and there was a rustling.

After a few days of life and death changes, Lin Sheng had matured and was too right, and he became vigilant at once, only listening to the sound outside the house, and holding the small stick of Shuichi Miyazaki in his hand in case of emergency.

Boom.

Before Lin Sheng could make the next part of the action, the door had already been kicked open.

Dressed in the armor of the Silver Moon with a crosscoat and a giant sword tied around his waist, the man who staggered and walked in a haphazard manner was none other than Jacob Henry, the head of the Order whom he had met by day.

Lin Sheng secretly screamed in his heart, during the day, although Jacob was furious with himself and threatened to kill him, Lin Sheng thought that he was just talking casually, and he didn't think that he would really come to the door now.

On this trip, he must have come to take his life, only to see Lin Sheng's body leaning back, holding the deadwood staff with both hands, and he was firmly ready to use the witch bone shield.

"Rebecca, take that broken stick...... Put it down...... As for my father, I'm not here to fight with you today. Jacob said breathlessly.

Despite this, Lin Sheng still didn't let his guard down, because of his negligence, Lan Lin died like this, and now he wouldn't trust anyone. In addition, although Lin Sheng's appearance has returned to the appearance of ordinary people, his keen vision and cat-like night vision ability still exist.

The corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and said: "Heh, scum, let the person behind you come out, what is there to hide, kill a person like me who is lying on the bed with no restraints, and even use such indiscriminate means." ”

"Rebecca, ...... you" Jacob raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to say something, and after a few snorts, he fell straight into the room with a muffled snort.

When Lin Sheng saw it, he thought to himself, this guy seemed to be an upright person, and he said that he was from the Holy Knights. I didn't expect it to be so unscrupulous, and I was still thinking about yin me.

I was trying to use my mouth to scold the big man who was lying on the table and faked his death.

"Hey, Jacob, if you play dead like this, I'll burn your life with witchfire. ！”

Lin Sheng saw that Jacob still didn't move, and felt that he was offended, are you looking down on me?

"bolade......" was not spoken.

"Stop......" It was a crisp chirping like a small bird, and the melodious chirp of a chick came from behind the curtain.

Then a petite figure came into the house.

"Lan Lin!?"

Lin Sheng couldn't help but shout.

I saw this woman standing in front of me, her face was red with shame, her cheeks were slightly crimson, her collar was like a grub, her skin was like jade of congealed fat, her little nose was tall and cute, and her thin pink lips revealed a moving charm. The most important thing is that the puddle of autumn water in the eyes, the deep brown eyes, the delicate and delicate eyelashes like a fence, and the three freckles on both sides of the nose - all these characteristics are exactly the same, who else else is this Lan Lin?

Lin Sheng almost jumped up from the bed.

Great! Lan Lin didn't die! It seems that she also came to this otherworldly continent by accident!

But the woman's brows furrowed, and there was no emotion on her moving face, except for a blank look, and she frowned and said, "What did you say?" sir...... I don't understand......"

"Impossible, you are Lan Lin......" Lin Sheng's face changed completely, he was desperate, staggered out of bed, risking the rupture of the wound, he stumbled straight to the woman, and actually stretched out his hand to pick up the woman's face.

The same shape of eyes, the same curvature of the nose, the same size of cheeks, and even the position of those cute little freckles are exactly the same.

"It's impossible, you're Lan Lin, aren't you, you're lying to me again, right...... You must be lying to me......" Having said that, Lin Sheng's voice had changed, and although it was loud, his breath was very disordered.

Unconsciously, the two of them had been looking at each other for a long time, and their breathing was very rapid with each other, and their two hearts were beating violently in their chests, clanging.

The woman looked at the handsome young man in front of her, and there were moist tears in those eyes under the delicate outline.

Only then did she realize that she had been scrutinized by Lin Sheng for a long time, and she naturally felt very uncomfortable in her heart. In addition, the woman was almost molested by the bearded scum in the tavern alley today, and she was shocked, so she naturally felt a little more anxious.

"Take it away...... her face flushed, and she gently pushed Lin Sheng's hand away.

But once she pushed it away, she completely regretted it.

Because she found that the man in front of her had something different and complicated in his eyes.

A second ago, he was holding his face emotionally, but now he didn't say a word, and sat down on the ground.

Yes, she felt it, when Lin Sheng stared at her at first, what he saw in his eyes was hot, full of self-destructive obsession, wrapped in a burning pain like a colic. But then, Lin Sheng's eyes were gradually covered with a kind of sad despair, like a bowl of syrup.

She thought to herself that something bad must have happened to this man, and a trace of pity rose in her heart for the kind and beautiful woman.

"I'm sorry......," she said, "I think you may be mistaken, the person you're talking about must be your important friend, but I'm just a Gentile, and my name is Natasha Alex." ”

"Natasha Alex, Natasha Alex ......"

Lin Sheng was like crazy, reciting this string of names dozens of times.

After finishing speaking, his impatient mood was slowly relieved, his distorted expression gradually relaxed, and a self-deprecating wry smile appeared in his mouth.

When Lin Sheng raised his head again, Natasha could no longer see all the joys, sorrows, and thoughts on the face of the man in front of her, who was still uncertain.

Lin Sheng's indifferent face had no waves at all, just like a craftsman on a solid iron door, stiffly inlaid with a few handsome facial features without temperature.

Lin Sheng glanced at Natasha one last time, he thought that maybe this woman was really not lying, because it seemed that she was really younger than Lan Lin, and she was slightly shorter.

He thought, maybe Lan Lin was really dead.

"So," Lin Sheng said as he stretched out his arm to greet Natasha, "Rebecca Kate." ”