The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path - Chapter 142

Who is he?

Lin Shu.

Yingying couldn’t speak, and Lin Shu didn’t speak, but wrote the word “Lin Shu” on her palm.

He thought that Yingying would know who he was.

But Yingying didn’t show anything special, but smiled at him.

The delicate little face, with frowning eyes, seemed to have a beautiful clear water in his eyes.

Yingying wrote on his hand: “Brother Lin Shu.”

Is it brother?

Lin Shu looked at Yingying’s silhouette.

If he remembered correctly, once the fruit came over and said Xiao Shao’s bad words, Xiao Shao asked it to bear another fruit.

The fruit also said at first that Xiao Shao was bad. In order to suffocate Xiao Shao, it had to **** in Lin Shu’s aura so that the fruits of the future would look like Lin Shu and not him.

Now … is that fruit bearing out?

Is it worthy of returning to Tong Bei?

But … Yingying didn’t recognize him.

Did not recognize the name Lin Shu.

She just shouted “Brother Lin Shu” just like meeting a stranger.

But she, strictly speaking, is Lin Shu’s daughter.

Lin Shu thought that perhaps in the past three years, Xiao Shao had not mentioned the name “Lin Shu”, so Yingying didn’t know that such a person existed.

When I was thinking about it, I saw Yingying stretch his arms towards him.

Lin Shu is familiar with this action.

In the beginning, Fruit liked to hold people like this.

He leaned down and hugged Yingying.

The little body was soft and the red clothes he wore were the kind of cloth commonly used by Ling Fengxiao. There was no smell in the dream, but Lin Shu’s nose seemed to smell the light milky fragrance.

After being held up, Yingying’s eyes were full of smiles, tightening Lin Shu’s neck.

Her hair tip swept over Lin Shu’s shoulders, as if the cat’s claws were scratching gently.

Lin Shu wrote on her hand: “Why can’t you speak?”

Yingying returned to him: “Born.”

Born?

Is there a problem with the fruit or the knife?

When talking about the problem of being unable to speak, Yingying seemed to be a little dim, and dug into his arms dullly.

Lin Shu wrote in her palm: “You can’t do this to strangers.”

Yingying wrote: “I know.”

Then he paused and continued to write, “But I want you to hug.”

Lin Shu looked into her eyes.

The beautiful, dark-eyed pupils are clear and bright, and the eyes are full of unconditional trust.

Like fruit, Yingying, are all formed by the aura between heaven and earth, and have an extraordinary keen sense of many things.

At this moment, Yingying wanted to be held by him, maybe she felt some familiar atmosphere.

For example, fruit, like to rest on him or Xiao Shao when everything is fine.

Hold for a while, Yingying wrote: “Let’s go to the water to play.”

Lin Shu wrote: “Okay.”

Yanwuchang is not simply a place composed of dais. The dais are scattered on a large lake. Although few people come by the lake, there are many beautiful scenery and many small buildings. Vaguely remembered that he and Ling Fengxiao occasionally walked by the lake.

He led Yingying to walk by the water, and Yingying curiously looked at the egret in the shoal, or went to fold a reed flower or two.

A small red butterfly flew around.

Tired of playing, find a trestle, sit down by the trestle, and quietly nestled in his arms.

Lin Shu asked her, “Don’t you sleep?”

Although the dream is daylight, it is already late outside.

Yingying wrote: “There is no one in the room and I can’t sleep.”

Lin Shu wrote: “A person?”

Yingying Hui: “There are still cats.”

Lin Shu: “Have you lived alone?”

Yingying: “No.”

Then write: “Sometimes there is nothing, sometimes …”

Writing here, she paused, seemed to be thinking about the wording, and finally wrote: “Sometimes my dad would stay with me.”

Lin Shu thought, fortunately, he was asking, changing someone else, I’m afraid Yingying sold his father to be a man.

However, if it was someone else, she would not be so relieved.

He wrote: “Where is it?”

Yingying wrote: “Run away from home.”

Lin Shu: “…”

He asked Yingying: “How long?”

Yingying wrote: “Wuqian often runs away from home and will come back in two or three days.”

Fine.

Lin Shu thought, often running away from home-could this be a psychological disorder for children of single-parent families?

But think again, it is not himself who caused the single-parent family.

He was a little bit lost. He didn’t ask again, but asked, “What about your father?”

Yingyinghui: “Not yet back.”

… Lin Shu: “What did you do?”

Yingying: “He just left and he was very busy.”

Lin Shu didn’t know what to say.

For a long time, slowly write in Yingying’s palm: “Is he okay?”

Yingying wrote: “It’s okay.”

But the little girl’s box opened.

She continued to write: “But he often doesn’t sleep.”

Then he wrote the key point: “Just so many meteors, he coughed up blood, but he was fine after coughing.”

Then he wrote: “I often go out and drink with people.”

And: “I didn’t eat well.”

Continues: “A lot of people are afraid of him.”

Continued: “He is fierce sometimes.”

It continued: “He went to the border gate last year and said it was very cold and cold.”

The long complaint can almost be compared with that of Xiao Lingyang’s magnificent book “The Twelve Evil Books of Pain and Chen Fengfeng”.

Yingying wrote the last sentence: “He is unhappy.”

Lin Shu didn’t say anything, he just hugged Yingying gently.

He came to Xiao Shao in his dream this time, but because of the unknown vision of the “Suzaku Chihui”, he wanted to ask Xiao Shao if he was okay.

According to Yingying’s answer, it’s fine, but it’s not good.

The hemoptysis was obviously related to the star vision.

He was silent for a long time, and wrote in Yingying’s palm, “Persuade him.”

After writing, it was a little stunned.

Yingying is still small, can’t even speak, what can I persuade?

Then he wrote, “If you cough up blood, tell me.”

Yingying nodded, and continued to look at the egret in his arms.

Lin Shu counted his time and felt it was late at night, and wrote in Yingying’s palm, “It’s time to sleep.”

Yingying flattened her mouth, nodded, and wrote, “Are you still coming tomorrow?”

Lin Shu originally wanted to say nothing, but to those beautiful eyes, the ghost nodded his head.

Yingying smiled happily, and wrote in his palm: “I’ll wait for you tomorrow.”

After writing this sentence, I wrote, “Dad won’t let me play with boys, I won’t tell him.”

Lin Shu touched her head, sent her offline, and then controlled her divine thoughts and left the dream.

Standing by the window, looking out at the night sky, he thought about Yingying’s words.

He is unhappy.

With the most wanted Yingying, he was still unhappy.

He didn’t know what he was thinking, so he stood all night and returned at dawn.

In the early morning of the next day, after a little tidying, he went down the mountain and headed southward, took Tianchi Ridge and headed for Dalongting.

Accompanying them were Elder Crane and Elder Song, as well as Lingsu and Qinglu.

Qing Lu Xijian worked hard.

But his qualifications were really poor, and his understanding was bad, which may be one of the reasons why the elders were not willing to ask him.

Lin Shu asked him to recite the sword first, and after practicing it, he began to practice basic sword tricks, wielding the sword 30,000 times a day.

Thirty thousand times, this number is really large, even Lingsu was a little scared.

Qing Lu asked him, “Master, do everyone practice this way?”

In order to maintain this apprentice’s self-esteem, Lin Shu did not say that it was because you were too poor, but nodded: “Yes.”

Qing Lu: “Okay, I’ll practice it now.”

After he left, Lingsu asked tentatively: “He only learns swords. Is there a lot?”

Lin Shu: “Anyway.”

When he was a child, his old man asked him this way, saying that 30,000 times was the rule of the Jiange, which was the foundation of the foundation.

Thirty thousand times, many, he suffered a lot.

But now in Jiange, everybody swings the sword 10,000 times, not 30,000 times-he was actually donkey by the old man.

The author has something to say: After “I sell myself”, Lin Shu has achieved the achievement “I pit myself”.