I was dizzy when I found out that I had written two chapters of 420 plus more, and the math teacher was going to cry. The monthly ticket battle has reached the stage of seeing the bayonet red, this second is in the tenth, and the next second may be exploded, begging for everyone's support.

.................. Different angles, different moods, but at this moment, Ulysses and Yulia are equally attracted to this mysterious girl.

But the silver-haired girl didn't seem to see the two of them, and she looked at the tree in front of her with her twin swords, and a smile appeared on her tired face.

Ulysses involuntarily approached her, then reached out to touch her. In his eyes, she was too beautiful, like the colorful bubbles under the summer sky, as long as she wanted to touch it, it would disappear.

It was rude, and Ulysses knew it, but he couldn't resist the impulse. The moment he stretched out his hand, he had a premonition of uneasiness, as if this would not come to fruition.

A gust of wind blew, and just as Ulysses' hand was about to touch the silver-haired girl, she literally disappeared, like a phantom that never existed.

The impression was so strong that it remained in Ulysses' retina, making him even think he had touched her. But in fact, his hand only touched the wind, blowing the wind under the big tree.

The girl had disappeared like a fantasy of the wind, like a fairy who had accidentally escaped into this world from a dream.

Looking at the location of the goblin that had disappeared into the palm of his hand, Ulysses froze, and had the feeling that something important was missing.

"Gone?" Ulysses reached out again, as if to grasp the trail left by the goblin, and the sense of loss of what had been lost made him sad and overwhelmed.

"It's a pity. Julia was even more lost than Ulysses, and she stood beside Ulysses, almost watching as the figure she longed for disappeared into the wind, leaving nothing behind.

However, unlike Ulysses, who was completely mesmerized, she was good at observing details, and she discovered something. So she walked to the spot where the silver-haired girl had disappeared and stood exactly like her.

Looking up, Yulia saw what the silver-haired girl saw, the not-so-obvious twin sword signs in the corner of the tree. She was stunned for a moment, this big tree was where she had been dating her brother and Rasha since she was a child, why she had never noticed this pattern here.

No, it's impossible not to find it, although it's not an obvious place, but when she was a child, she had drawn this big tree more than once, and as long as she could write down the place, she drew all the places into the painting. She was sure that she hadn't seen the twin swords emblem.

However, this symbol is so ancient that it looks like it has been eroded by thousands of years, but it is still tenaciously engraved on this big tree that I don't know how long it has lived. At her age, she was not in any position to question such an ancient trace.

Perhaps, it's not that I haven't found it, but I can't see it. Yulia was vaguely aware of this. Only this explanation can explain why she didn't find it before. Because it's always hidden, it only appears at some special time.

Didn't her brother notice it either?, Yulia stole a glance at Ulysses beside her, and found that his gaze was still on her—or where the mysterious girl had disappeared.

It was a look she had never seen before, and although it was her figure reflected in the familiar eyes, she knew that her brother was not looking at her, but at the girl who suddenly appeared and disappeared like the fairy in the fairy tale.

Although she also longs for the mysterious silver-haired girl, Yulia will not be so happy when she looks at her brother's unseemly expression now.

"Ahem!" After a slight cough, Yulia expected to see her brother wake up from that dream-like expression and start looking at her—it was a different look from the one before, and at this moment, he was looking at her, not at the silver-haired girl who had disappeared.

"Yuria, is it okay, does it hurt?" Ulysses returned to reality from his fairytale dreams. Although the mysterious silver-haired girl gave him too much shock, his sister Yulia was undoubtedly more important.

Suppressing the budding little longing in his heart, Ulysses began to examine his sister's body.

The face looked a little tired, but it was not particularly pale, and even a few hints of redness appeared. In Yuria's condition, this is no longer "good" but "very good". It seems that she is very happy today.

Hand, wrapped in two circles of bandages, this is the injury that Yulia accidentally made yesterday, fortunately it is not serious, it is almost better after wrapping the treatment bandage, no problem.

The feet, slender legs seem to be a little stiff from walking too much, but a little rest should be fine.

Next was the waist ...... "No, brother!" Yulia blushed and refused Ulysses' further examination, no further investigation would be possible.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't pay attention. Ulysses, who was almost going to practice what he had learned from books, realized that Yuria was no longer a child who could do anything. (Although not long ago she often came to sleep with him) the girl's breasts and waist could not be touched casually. However, Rasha didn't seem to care about this at all, and still dragged him generously through that strange exercise. In this sense, Yulia is far more like a normal girl than Rasha.

"No, it's just a little inconvenient today. Yulia didn't just refuse Ulysses' examination because she was shy, but because she was tightly wrapped under her clothes with a thin healing bandage, which would immediately expose her breasts and waist if examined.

It wasn't the injuries she had been injured in battle, but the backlash she had received in the past few days when she tried to practice a higher level of detonation. She had avoided important injuries as much as possible, but she still had a lot of wounds.

Sure enough, she is not a genius, even if she can understand the essence of sword skills, but that does not mean that she can easily master it. With her cowardly physique, she had to be more careful than anyone else, otherwise the first person to be hurt by the powerful sword qi would not be the enemy, but herself.

"Brother, come and see me practice swords. As if to reclaim her brother, who had been attracted to the mysterious silver-haired girl, Yulia took out the wooden sword she had with her, the small sword that Ulysses had given her.

"Don't force yourself too hard, Yuria, your body. Ulysses looked at Yulia worriedly, especially the bandages on her hands. He knew that Yulia liked swords very, very much, and had been practicing hard, but it was too dangerous to continue at this time.

No matter how much she practiced, it was impossible for her to reach the level of Rasha. Although proper exercise is good for the body, her body can't afford to consume too much.

"A few minutes is fine. Yulia held the wooden sword in her hand, it was no longer the original wooden sword. This is her initial sword, representing the germ of all her hopes and future, her best friend.

Moreover, this is also the most important gift that her brother gave her, an irreplaceable treasure. So this is the only thing she has, and even Sister La Xia will never give it.

Holding the sword tightly in her hand, Yulia began to swing it.

Due to the injuries in the body, it is impossible to use more complex and difficult swordsmanship. So this time Yulia practiced the most basic and easiest part.

The basic sword skills are not too fancy, and there are no superfluous skills in sight, they are stable and powerful, and have a concise beauty. This is the standard posture that Yulia learned from Rasha, and it has been tempered for thousands of years, and it is the foundation of all sword skills.

She couldn't use her epee as lightly as she did, and she recovered as quickly as if she didn't have any weight. Even if she only held a short sword in her hand, she could only swing it one at a time, looking like a beginner who had just learned swordsmanship.

However, her movements are not the slightest deformed like Rasha, and the direction, speed, and turning point of each sword are well-spaced, and they can even be read as textbooks. Even the most defiant teacher could not find anything wrong with her sword.

Yuria, who is extremely serious and immersed in swordsmanship, has an incredible beauty in the eyes of Ulysses. It is the beauty of concentration that forgets everything else, puts all your mind on the sword, and chases the secret of the sword.

Perhaps the power of her sword will never be able to catch up with Laxia, but she is more persistent in her love for swords than Laxia. Rasha can not only use a sword, but also is good at using a gun, and his empty-handed combat skills are also amazingly strong, and he is a superman who is amazingly strong in all aspects.

And Yulia, she can't use any other weapon except the sword. If Rasha is the sun, then Yulia is the star. The sun shines on all things and reigns over the earth, while the stars only illuminate a corner of the starry sky, silently exuding their own brilliance.

But the light of both the sun and the stars is unique. Even if it is not as good as Laxia, Yulia is trying to shine.

It was her own light, looking for the light of hope and the future. The sword was in her hand, dancing with her breath, as if it had gained its own life.

Under the light and crisp blue sky, soft golden sunlight is falling from the sky, giving the earth full of vitality. The distance between the sky and the ground seems to stretch infinitely, as if the other side of the sky is connected to another world.

The breeze blows, and countless colorful petals dance in the air.

The fresh aroma, the flowers swaying in the breeze, the blue sky, and the warm sunlight make this place look like an ideal place for reading after death, full of dreamy colors.

In this sea of flowers, Yulia's figure wielding a small sword stayed in Ulysses' heart forever. It was the most beautiful Yulia he had ever seen, and the most energetic and smiling Yulia.

(To be continued)