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Chapter seven hundred and ninety five It's great to meet you.(2/2)

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Su Mingan suddenly woke up.

He opened his eyes, and there was a cold and dampness behind him.

He gasped for breath, his heart beating very quickly. He pressed his hand on his chest, and could clearly feel the rapid vibration in his chest...

【Luves, go for a walk with me.】

【Luves, it’s great to meet you.】

【Luves…】

There was only endless echoes left in his ears. He suddenly felt extremely painful, as if he had cried in a dream. Even when he woke up, he felt like he was pressing a heavy rock, and his whole body felt like he was tearing.

"Calm down...take a deep breath..."

The whispers stuck to his ears seemed to relax him.

Su Mingan adjusted his condition, slowed his breathing and slowed down his heartbeat... His vision gradually became clear, and he saw the person sitting in front of his bed.

Su Lin sat on the chair in front of the bed with a thick book in his hand. His eyes were calm and his shoulders collapsed slightly forward. This action was like providing a person to rely on.

"The sequelae of emotional resonance you are exposed to is too severe, and you may not be able to wake up. So I have a dream for you to remind you of who you are." Su Lin looked at him: "Take a deep breath, relax, don't have a loud voice, otherwise the group of people outside the door will rush in excitedly when you find that you are awake."

"Is the war in the two-dimensional world over?" Su Mingan asked immediately without caring about himself.

Su Lin lowered his head slightly, as if he was also touched by the 2,300 simulations of the ruined world. After a moment, he whispered:

"it's over."

"Tonight, Keusta's simulation will be completely over."

"Don't worry, no one has passed the level perfectly yet. As the highest leader of the war, you will be the first perfectly passed the level perfectly."

In an instant, Su Mingan finally relaxed.

He looked out of the windows of the ward, and every building in the city-state was filled with golden sunlight. People walked in the brilliance, and their bodies were filled with gold glory.

The sunshine today is so good.

Very good.

"Su Lin, thank you." Su Mingan looked out the window.

Su Lin stared at him and looked at him for a few seconds. The two seemed to be in a quiet state of tranquility, and Su Lin seemed to be hesitating about something.

When Su Mingan's vision met him, Su Lin stretched out

He took action and handed Su Mingan what he had in his hand.

Su Mingan seemed to feel something, and his eyes trembled.

This is a blood-stained bamboo flute.

It lay quietly between Su Lin's palms, and the blood on the flute's body was not wiped away.

"The flute he was going to give you before was searched by a mercenary, but he didn't know that this was his gift for you." Su Lin said: "It fell on the ruins of the building and gave it to you."

Although Su Lin did not say who "he" was, the two knew it.

The expression on Su Mingan's face froze.

Five seconds later, he reached out to take the bamboo flute. A white mesh hung at the end of the bamboo flute. His craftsmanship looked very clumsy, and Lin Guang could never learn these things.

But even if I can't learn it, Lin Guang always tried his best to give him all the beauty. No matter how bad the tea is, he would give it to him, and no matter how ugly the Luozi is, he would give it to him.

The crooked Long Guo character on the bamboo flute is still ugly. I really don’t know why Lin Guang is embarrassed to say that he has learned it well.

He subconsciously smiled, then quickly withdrew it, rubbing his fingers on the flute, leaving only bitterness in his mouth.

"Don't be too sad, just be loyal to your own feelings." Su Lin said: "You always do a lot of things alone in silence, just like when I was young. Losing is the norm. Just accept it after trying your best to keep it."

"..." Su Mingan lowered his head.

After a while, he pinned the bamboo flute to the left waist, corresponding to the bamboo flute on the right.

"I'm not sad."

Su Mingan looked up and smiled ugly at Su Lin.

"In this way... I have two bamboo flutes."
Chapter completed!
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