"What! That boy Chen Xing really cut out the sword energy?"

France, with sunny beaches, blue sky and blue sea, everywhere is full of rough waves.

Under the sun umbrella, on the beach chair, a thin old man with sunglasses sat up with a carp, and his floral headscarf was loose, revealing the fact that he was probably a bald man.

The fancy short-sleeved and beach pants were filled with warm wind, but it could not heal the turmoil in Master Zhizhen's heart at this moment.

This fluctuation is like the bikini beauty that can be seen everywhere in front of you, and the indescribable ups and downs will not calm down.

Too shocked, amaze!

Is my random... carefully compiled practice theory really feasible?

The Great Sword Master is me?

No, no, Master Zhizhen shook his head, at least he didn't float too much.

"Well, the main reason is Chen Xing's talent is very good, and I have said that he would go to the beach to take a look. It seems that the last trip has helped him a lot." Master Zhizhen calmly analyzed and slowly said.

On the other side of the phone, Jiro Yoshiki Suzuki agreed and admired her so much that she was overwhelmed.

...

When Chen Xing woke up, it was the evening of the next day.

Conan and Ran Mori happened to be sitting by the bed, and he knew what happened after he fell into a coma that night.

All the obstacles collapsed under the sword energy. Conan rushed in immediately, snatched the bomb in Moriran's hand, and kicked it out of the window when it was about to detonate in a few seconds.

The bomb exploded in the five-story sky, like a lucky firework. Countless people on the ground raised their heads and looked at them in absent-talking.

In Yuanzi's eyes, the fallen man was the only one who threw himself on him and called his name over and over again.

Ran Mori walked out of the door, with an explosion of fire behind him, and a dark mess in front of him, but the joy of escaping from death did not appear in his eyes.

Her eyes dimmed a little bit, because the person who was about to die together last moment left again, silently without even saying goodbye.

Conan only felt that somewhere on his body was so sour, but he could only watch the lonely figure, and then walked over and skillfully acted as innocent.

In the ward.

"Where is the garden?" As soon as Chen Xing opened his mouth, he felt a kind of pain in his throat, which was extremely hoarse.

It’s not thirsty, but I was choked by smoke last night.

"She's in the ward on the other side." Ran Maori quickly got up, "I'll tell her now."

When the person ran out, Conan held his glasses and looked at the person on the bed, looking at the person who was tempted to speak but stopped.

"I will keep it secret." Chen Xing said.

Conan didn't expect him to say that, and couldn't help but say, "Aren't you curious?"

"No curious." Chen Xing said lightly.

Conan was stunned, but after thinking about it carefully, this person has this kind of personality, with a pure heart and few desires, and seems to have no pursuit.

He shook his head and smiled. It was okay. The matter was incredible and the story was long, so he would save him from having trouble explaining it.

"Thank you." Conan said seriously.

He knew how important this matter was to him, and of course the fewer people knew, the better. This would not only be safer for him, but also for those around him.

He happened to be caught by him at that time, and it was helpless to expose his identity. Besides, he had known about his small actions at the crime scene again and again, so he probably had doubts.

"How is Yuanzi's injury?" Chen Xing asked.

"There is a minor fracture in the arm, and the others are all flesh and blood." Conan said: "The doctor said there is no serious injury."

Chen Xing nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, is your real sword energy?" Conan hesitated: "Just use a wooden knife..."

Chen Xing said 'yes'.

"So, your previous kendo practices are true?" Conan felt unbelievable. This question was a bit beyond the scope.

"The teacher is very awesome." Chen Xing said.

Conan nodded thoughtfully. Perhaps he had misunderstood that Master Zhizhen, and the other party was really an outlier.

Even if the description heard from Yuanzi, the so-called kendo practice is like a trick of bluffing, but what I saw with my own eyes last night is still vivid in my mind, and this is absolutely impossible to do.

Chen Xing was fascinated by looking at the snow-white ceiling.

The cultivation of sword energy was not achieved overnight. In the past, he just felt that he was indescribable, as if he could do it to a certain extent. Until last night, when he heard the words that seemed to say goodbye in his ears, he was sure that he could do it at that moment.

Having a feeling, I did that.

The sound of footsteps appeared at the door. The first figure that appeared when I pushed open the door was a garden wearing a hospital gown and a bandage hanging on my arms.

She looked at the person on the bed, her mouth sagged and said in a crying voice: "You are finally awake."

This was Chen Xing's second coma, and she was almost worried about death.

"Are you okay?" Chen Xing sat up.

"I'm fine!" Yuanzi bent his arms and showed him his thin biceps.

Chen Xing was amused by her, and she laughed, her eyes blurred with joy.

The doctor came in at the right time to do an examination for Chen Xing, and then said: "It is mental fatigue and muscle loss. Pay attention to rest after going back, eat reasonably, and apply medicine on time for the trauma on your hands."

"Then his voice?" Yuanzi said hurriedly.

Doctor: "If you have throat, take some medicine, avoid sip, and then talk less, and it will be fine in a while."

So Chen Xing completed the discharge procedures.

The Suzuki family also sent someone to come, and Yuanzi was discharged from the hospital. She was taken care of by a private doctor and nurse when she went home. Her trauma was not serious and she also needed to rest and recuperate.

At the entrance of the hospital, the car window slid down, revealing the small face as big as a palm in the garden, looking forward to it, "Will you go see me?"

"Of course." Ran Maori said with a smile.

Yuanzi looked at Chen Xing again and pursed her lips.

Chen Xing handed over a paper bag that was still stained with dust.

"What is this?" Yuanzi's eyes lit up and she asked knowingly.

"Gift." Chen Xing said.

In Xiaolan and Conan's smiling eyes, Yuanzi quickly took it. She was so happy in her heart, but she said, "But I seem to have thrown away the gift I wanted to give you before."

"It doesn't matter."

Yuanzi knew he would say this and hummed, "You reach out!"

Chen Xing had guessed her little thoughts and reached out with a smile.

He was wearing a black sweatshirt, which made his wrist look even more white. Yuanzi looked at the hand that reached in front of him and thought it looked good.

Her ears were a little hot, and the uninjured hand held a bracelet with five fingers, and she was a little busy putting it on his hand.

"Don't dislike it." She was so fierce that she finished speaking quickly and quickly closed the window.

The car drove away like that.

...

The clothes are khaki jackets, which are not considered new in the season. They are not fashionable from the perspective of the garden, but they just feel pleasing to the eye and comfortable to touch. I really want to wear them every day.

The lights were already on the street, and the soft light and shadow fell on her face. She always smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were bent, and she carefully folded her clothes and hugged them in her arms.

Like a wandering fish.

...

The bracelet is hand-woven in dark blue, strung with exquisite white primrose, an unknown material, and is cool.

Chen Xing touched it, and the eyes were mostly warm.

...

The color that Maori Ran likes is red.

Afterwards, Conan asked her, "If Chenxing hadn't erupted in the sword energy that day, would you cut off the red thread?"
Chapter completed!