I!The god of salted fish, was overheard by Master Lolita

"And it's still the same as when he was a maharajah, it's a bit suspicious!"

No!

It must be investigated carefully.

In an instant, the Sun Thief secretly flew into the sky, looking down into the courtyard from the high sky.

And at the next moment, when he saw the situation in the yard clearly, he was startled.

"This is……"

puff-

puff-

The sound of a wooden sword cutting through the air.

In the dilapidated courtyard, a boy who looked only about ten years old was holding a wooden sword, practicing basic piercing and slashing against the dummy.

His eyes were covered with a cloth band, but his immature face was full of determination. Every time he swung the sword, he worked extra hard.

And the moment he saw that child, the Sun Thief trembled all over his body.

Because he actually felt vaguely...

This child is so similar to the Soul King back then.

This……

This……

"The base is unstable, the force is too strong, and the gap is too large. I have told you many times, don't just fight blindly, you must know how to absorb force and change, and use perception to replace your eyes."

"Yes! Dad!"

The boy let out a loud shout.

Excuse me and retreat.

His fingers slid across the hilt of the sword suddenly, and an imperceptible ray of soul energy instantly enveloped the blade.

puff-

The dummy was instantly split into two by an invisible sword energy.

The boy was overjoyed, immediately took off the blindfold, and said, "Father, I feel..."

click-

There was an invisible crisp sound.

The young man was startled, and raised the wooden sword in his hand, only to see a thin crack appear on the hilt.

The joy on his face subsided, and he put the wooden sword back into its scabbard with some disappointment and dejection.

"Failed again..."

Lynn shook his head, wiped off the snow on the steps, sat there, took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it, took a deep breath, and said:

"Don't rush for success, and don't rush to show in front of me. You have a talent far higher than ordinary people. As long as you can use it flexibly, you will be no worse than anyone else."

The boy nodded vigorously, his eyes determined.

"Yes! Dad, I will keep it in my heart!"

Then he quickly ran to Lynn's side, looked at the bag Lynn put on the steps, his eyes lit up, and he quickly picked it up and opened it.

Immediately, a puff of fragrance came out along with the heat.

"Wow! It's meat buns! Daddy, you are so kind to me!"

Lin En smoked a cigarette, with a soft curve on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Eat it while it's hot. Dad also brought a rabbit. Eat more to nourish your nutrition."

"Yes! Dad!"

The boy took a hard bite of the bun, chewing with a happy face.

"Did you practice calligraphy well in the morning? How is your homework doing? Don't delay your other studies just because you are busy practicing swords."

"Have a good study! Dad, besides, the child has learned to write his own name!"

The boy wolfed down the bun.

Then stood up impatiently, as if eager to show something.

He pulled out the wooden sword, his handsome face was full of innocence.

"Father! Look!"

And that is in the next moment.

The boy held the hilt of the sword, and in the snowy courtyard, the blade in his hand quickly slashed across the snow-covered ground, flying countless snowflakes.

One stroke at a time, extremely serious, his face seemed to be full of vitality.

The next moment, he retracted his sword abruptly, turned his head, and gave Lin En a big thumbs up, with a smile seeking recognition and praise on his face.

"Father! My name!"

High in the sky, the Sun Thief stared blankly at the two words written by the child on the snow.

Endless snowflakes swirled one after another, reflecting a blurred halo under the high sun.

He recognized the two words.

I also recognized the meaning of those two words.

In an instant, the Sun Thief felt the stone in his heart fall down, causing him to raise his head subconsciously, as if something had fascinated his eyes in an instant.

"Lin Meng!" The child clenched his fists and said with a smile:

"I can already write my own name! Dad!"

……

It was snowing heavily.

Lynn turned around, his eyes reflected the boy who was training in the courtyard, and then slowly closed the door.

He walked out of the alley, took a cigarette and paused, then said:

"Come out, I know you've been with me for a long time."

above the sky.

The Sun Thief was startled, and then, as if he knew it long ago, a helpless wry smile appeared on his face.

He flew down and landed beside Lynn.

For a moment, it seemed that there were countless words to ask, but it was difficult to utter when they reached the mouth.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Lynn took a puff on his cigarette.

The Sun Thief hesitated for a while, and said, "That child... is he the Soul King?"

He asked the question.

Because except for a small number of people, no one knows the real name of the soul king.

And after knowing this name, he must be able to feel Lynn's high hopes for him.

Lynn raised his head and said, "Yes, and no."

The Sun Thief paused, frowned, and said, "What do you mean?"

Lynn walked forward silently, and said: "After absorbing the power of the fallen god, his cultivation has reached the peak of a demigod. If I hadn't fixed the time at the last second when he was about to dissipate, he would never have The possibility of living again."

The Sun Thief listened carefully, clenching his hands unconsciously.

Lynn raised his head and said, "I did reverse his life and death, and also reversed his time."

"But the soul has always been the most incomprehensible field in this world. Even I, even a fallen god, dare not claim to have mastered everything."

"And if a person really has the will to die, no matter how capable I am, there is absolutely no possibility of resurrecting him. That's why I have to let him tell me the answer himself."

Lynn closed her eyes.

The last sentence he yelled to him heart-piercingly came to mind.

This is an anchor.

It is the key to whether he can recover.

Only if a person really wants to live in his heart, then this obsession will support him and make him struggle desperately to get ashore.

And as for when to fully recover...

Then it's up to him.

The Sun Thief listened in a daze, then fell silent for a while, and said, "So... it's him, and it's not him, is that what you mean?"

Lynn moved his body and strode out of the alley.

"I temporarily sealed his power in his body. As long as he remembers everything in the past, his power will be completely unsealed with his awakening. At that time, it will be the time when he returns."

"And with this reborn experience, coupled with his 1000 years of fusion and research on fallen divine power, after he really recovers..."

Lynn raised his head and looked at the sky.

"He's only going to get stronger than before."

The Sun Thief pondered for a long time, until he saw Lin En going away, he quickly chased after him.

"But there is one thing I still don't quite understand. Since the Soul King is still alive, why don't you tell your soldiers the news, they have obviously forgiven the Soul King's past, obviously..."

Lynn interrupted him and said in silence;

"I'm a king, the Sun Thief, and I can't really think that nothing happened just because the soldiers forgive him."

"He must atone for everything he has done, which is why I resurrected him."

The Sun Thief was stunned.

But looking at Lin En's back, he was stunned, but he suddenly understood.

Yes.

As himself, he may have already forgiven the Soul King's mistakes in his heart, but as a king, as the Violet Lord, he could not forgive.

The Soul King is his soldier, but those soldiers who were slaughtered are also his soldier.

He turned his head and stared blankly at the door behind him.

Listen to the sound of sword dancing inside.

do not know why.

He seemed to suddenly understand something.

In fact, he himself... didn't forgive himself.

but……

The Sun Thief frowned, looking at Lin En's back, and at the door behind him.

He really wants to do something, not only because of the soul king, but also for this army that has been resurrected from the dead.

He clenched his fists.

……

Chapter 240 That's where you belong The second day, ten o'clock in the morning.

The sun is shining brightly.

In the downtown area of ​​Zhuo Ri City, a boy carrying a wooden sword could be vaguely seen walking on the street.

There was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were full of novelty, as if he was particularly interested in everything he saw.

Walk alone in the street.

At this time of day, he has an hour of free time to do his own thing.

And what he likes to do most is to walk along the street, watching the busy traffic along the way, watching the lively scene that he has never seen before.

His name is Lin Meng.