The atmosphere at the dinner table was very strange. Lin Zihan was eating fried eggs, his eyes wandering between Wu Kexin and Lu Xin. After drinking too much wine last night, Lin Zihan could no longer remember what happened, only some fragments of memories.
Looking at Lu Xin, it was as if nothing had happened. With her pretty red lips and cute little face, she carefully took a bite of the omelette and picked up a piece of carefully baked bread.
With his slender fingers, he carefully pinched the bread, tore off a small piece, put it into his mouth, and then chewed it carefully. The lips are closed, the face rises and falls slightly, the tip of the tongue stirs in the mouth, and the cheeks bulge slightly.
If Lin Zihan hadn't known Lu Xin's identity, seeing someone eating breakfast so gracefully, he would have definitely regarded her as a rich lady, or at least a pampered princess.
No one would associate a little princess who pays so much attention to etiquette and pursues the quality of life with a warrior who kills enemies with a knife on the battlefield, goes in and out of wilderness areas alone, and fights against terrifying beasts, let alone a king-level warrior. Enhancer.
"Nothing should have happened last night. With Sister Xin's strength, she should be able to subdue me easily." Lin Zihan thought to himself, looking at Lu Xin in front of him in a daze. He had been holding the omelette in his hand for a long time. Bring it to your mouth.
"Isn't it delicious?" Lu Xin noticed Lin Zihan's appearance, still holding up the fried egg in his hand.
"Hmm~" Lin Zihan responded vaguely.
All this was seen by Wu Kexin. Wu Kexin stared at Lin Zihan with her eyes wide open, "Why, I didn't even eat when I saw the beautiful sister." Her little mouth pouted again, her eyes fierce. Looked at Lin Zihan.
It was as if Lin Zihan had done something last night that was unforgivable.
Hearing Wu Kexin's words, Lu Xin just smiled, gently tore off a piece of bread and put it into his mouth. Looking at Wu Kexin's appearance, Lin Zihan rolled his eyes, opened his mouth, and replied to Wu Kexin with his mouth shape.
"What did I do last night? Don't you think the atmosphere is weird?"
"You don't know what you did?" Wu Kexin also opened her mouth and responded to Lin Zihan with an exaggerated mouth gesture.
"I lost my connection last night, how do I know?"
"Do you still remember that you were fragmented?" Wu Kexin glanced at Lin Zihan with disgust, ignored him, and continued to eat her breakfast.
"Senior, I'm sorry about last night." Lin Zihan still spoke to break the strange silence. After speaking, he stuffed the omelette into his mouth. His mouth was full and he chewed it with difficulty.
Originally, Lin Zihan was ready to face a storm, but except for the sound of knives and forks, no one spoke. Lu Xin acted as if she hadn't heard anything and was eating her bread without paying any attention to Lin Zihan.
"I'm full." Wu Kexin devoured the food and wiped away all the food on the plate, "Sister, I'm going back to the room first."
"Go." Lu Xin looked at Wu Kexin with a smile, her eyes full of doting, the kind of doting a sister would do to her younger sister. When Wu Kexin left, she didn't forget to give Lin Zihan another roll of the eyes and left an exaggerated sentence.
"You ask for it." He didn't forget to stick out his tongue and make a face.
Seeing Wu Kexin jumping up the stairs, Lin Zihan was completely stunned. He swallowed the fried egg in his mouth alive before chewing it.
Wu Kexin left the dining table and went up to the second floor. The atmosphere, which had relaxed a lot, became weird again. Lin Zihan could only lower his head and eat his breakfast, looking at Lu Xin from the corner of his eye from time to time.
At this time, Lu Xin was wearing such a light yellow home clothes. The relatively loose clothes seemed to be worn on the body. The deep low collar showed off the white land of the neck and the delicate collarbone.
The tied ponytail is somewhat spread out, and the hanging hair is blocked by the ears, covering half of the ears. The eyes are like pools, with slender eyelashes sweeping up and down, and light eyeliner on the corners of the eyes.
It's just that Lin Zihan now has no time to admire the heavenly beauty of Lu Xin. His mind is filled with fragments of last night's memories and some memories after the fragments.
Lin Zihan was in a daze, his eyes just fell on Lu Xin's chest, and he began to recall what happened last night in his mind.
"I'm done eating, I'm clearing the table." Lu Xin stood up and saw Lin Zihan's dumbfounded look and his eyes on his chest, so he just smiled.
On the other hand, Lin Zihan, who was already a lot more embarrassed, felt even more embarrassed now, his face flushed with shame, and he stood up to help clear the table. He was so busy that he made plates and knives and forks rattle, and he almost broke the plate in his hand when he panicked.
"Senior, let me do it." Lin Zihan carefully packed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
"Okay, pack up and come find me in the training room." Lu Xin smiled, looking at Lin Zihan's helpless look, turned and walked out of the kitchen, picked up the blanket on the sofa in the living room, and walked into the dressing room.
Ten minutes later, in the training room of Zhongqing Pavilion, Lin Zihan felt the same feeling as when he faced Ling Fangyuan last time, the pressure that hit his face, and Lu Xin in front of him seemed to be a different person.
There was no gentleness or generosity in the morning at all. He was more like a murderous demon without batting an eyelid. His eyes were filled with fierce killing intent, and his attacks were sharp and directed towards his vital points, forcing Lin Zihan to retreat step by step.
The training room in the villa is small and does not have enough simulation database. It is mostly used for short-term practice simulations. Lin Zihan took a few steps back and then reached the wall. He took a step back with his right foot and just reached the wall.
With his arms stretched in front of him, Lu Xin punched very fast. Although it was not as powerful as Ling Fangyuan's moves, Lin Zihan was still unable to react with his extremely fast punches.
Taking advantage of the moment when Lu Xin punched, Lin Zihan seized the opportunity, turned from defense to offense, and quickly stretched out his hand. A palm was placed on Lu Xin's shoulder, and his five fingers exerted force, squeezing Lu Xin's shoulder as hard as a tiger's claw.
At the moment of taking action, Lin Zihan blocked Lu Xin's punch with his left arm, used the opportunity to backhand, wrapped around Lu Xin's wrist, and held Lu Xin's forearm with his left hand. Lin Zihan, who was confident of winning, was just thinking about showing off his pride, but he didn't wait for the words to come out.
He was punched hard in the abdomen, his feet were off the ground, and Lu Xin grabbed him by the collar and threw him away. His whole body was thrown to the floor so hard that his bones felt like they were falling apart. Lin Zihan had no time to react.
Then Lu Xin's legs were wrapped around his waist, he turned around 360 degrees, and fell to the floor again. Lu Xin locked her legs around Lin Zihan's waist, locked her throat with her arms, and lay flat on the floor.
Unwilling to admit defeat, Lin Zihan hit his back with an elbow, but Lu Xin nimbly dodged it. He hit the floor with a "bang~" sound. Starting from the elbow joint, a numbness spread throughout his entire arm.
In the moment when Lin Zihan was numb, Lu Xin put his left hand around Lin Zihan's neck, grabbed Lin Zihan's hand tightly, pulled back hard, and locked Lin Zihan's arm. Another hard pressure made Lin Zihan, who was in pain, quickly beg for mercy.
"Senior, senior, I was wrong, I was wrong." Lin Zihan relaxed his arms and did not dare to resist and struggle anymore, for fear of angering Lu Xin again and ushering in more terrible torture.
To say that Ling Fangyuan was really terrified at that time, and the punches and kicks were just physical pain. Although Lu Xin's moves were not as powerful as Ling Fangyuan's, they were bone crushing every time and the pain was unbearable.
"You have just these moves, and all of Instructor Ling's hard work has been wasted." Letting go of Lin Zihan, Lu Xin straightened her clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes, stood up, and turned her back to Lin Zihan.
After being punished, Lin Zihan got up and rubbed his joints. Now he just felt like they were falling apart. "Senior sister, you were also taught fighting by Instructor Ling? Why is there such a big difference in the moves?"
"Some moves and techniques need to be learned, but more importantly, you need to make them your own. Only according to your own abilities can you use the same moves to produce different effects." At this moment, Lu Xin was like an instructor. .
They talked about a lot of fighting techniques, a lot of training techniques, a lot of survival techniques in wilderness areas... But Lin Zihan only remembered one sentence, "Use it for your own use." Lin Zihan's eyes were on that charming back.
"Thank you, senior, for what happened last night." Seeing Lu Xin turn around, Lin Zihan didn't know what to say, so he repeated what he said during dinner that morning.
"Do you still remember what you did when you drank too much?" Lu Xin's sharp eyes met Lin Zihan's gaze. Lin Zihan, who felt guilty, scratched his head and looked away with evasive eyes.
"Let me help you recall." With that, Lu Xin sat cross-legged in the training room and began to describe what Lin Zihan did last night and those crazy words.
After receiving the news, Lu Xin rushed to the bar. At that time, Lin Zihan, who had drunk too much, was leaning on the sofa, holding the wine glass in his hand, refusing to let go. When he saw Lu Xin, he grabbed Lu Xin's hand and pulled her over to worship him.
Lin Zihan was drowsy and swaying. After taking a few steps, he fell down on the sofa. He was still mumbling something, shouting from time to time, "Come on."
Seeing this, Lu Xin had a brief chat with Chen Ling, then carried Lin Zihan on his back and walked out of the bar.
Along the way, Lin Zihan was still talking and laughing, saying that he was the feared God of Death, that he was a genius, that he killed people without blinking an eye, and hunted ferocious beasts without ambiguity, and that he had made countless achievements in Longcheng...
Before he could say a few words about Longcheng, Lin Zihan started to cry, tears streaming down his face, but he remained silent.
"I asked you, what's wrong? You didn't say anything. You just kept crying and crying all the way." Lu Xin said and just smiled.
Lu Xin, who was carrying Lin Zihan on her back, felt uncomfortable because of Lin Zihan's appearance, and cursed: "You are a man, why are you crying..." As if educating his younger brother, Lu Xin scolded Lin Zihan. .
After finishing talking, Lu Xin's nose felt sore, and she hugged Lin Zihan tightly, who was crying and couldn't help but shed tears from the corners of her eyes.
Even if they are calm extreme individual soldiers, no matter how many killings they have experienced, there is a weakness in these people's hearts that will collapse if touched. Lin Zihan, who had obviously drunk too much, touched his own weakness.
"Did I really cry? Cried so miserably?" Lin Zihan didn't believe it. In so many years, he had never shed a tear. He was alone in this world, and he could only rely on himself. Lin Zihan has been self-reliant since he was a teenager.
Compared with his peers, Lin Zihan is much more mature, even more mature than many adults. After so many years and so much experience, how could Lin Zihan cry or do such meaningless and useless things.
"Crying is not scary, nor is it shameful. It is just a catharsis that you have suppressed for too long." Lu Xin said, turning her head and looking away, her eyes becoming brighter and clearer.
At this time, Lin Zihan said nothing, lowered his head, recalling the ups and downs of so many years, more than ten years, from an immature child to a ruthless killer, and how many people have been sad over the years. Know.
Tears streaked across Lin Zihan's face. He had never felt so weak and confused, and he had never felt that he urgently needed support. Lin Zihan hugged Lu Xin and cried once again in her arms...
More than ten years of ups and downs, more than ten years of depression, surged into his heart at this moment, completely defeating Lin Zihan. The inner self that he thought was strong completely defeated that line of defense...
