"The most beautiful woman in the capital truly deserves her reputation."

A thought flashed through Feng Nan's mind: "Among the people I know, Jiang Lan is probably the only one who can compare with her."

However, Feng Nan's face did not show that she was astonished.

She's not that shallow yet.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the pavilion was a bit dull, Feng Nan decided to change the topic, looked at Su Miao and said: "Miss Su, do you know Lin Zhong's former nickname?"

Su Miao's curiosity was aroused as expected, and she blinked her clear eyes: "What's your nickname?"

Not only Su Miao, but also Xueno and Song Yun were attracted and listened attentively.

A smile appeared on Feng Nan's lips: "When we were in Beidou, we all called him Mu Mo in private."

"wood?"

Su Miao repeated it softly. Thinking of Lin Zhong's taciturn, indifferent and reserved character, she couldn't help but nodded lightly: "This nickname is very appropriate."

"In the past, he only had two things in his life: practicing martial arts and performing tasks."

There was a hint of emotion in Feng Nan's tone: "At that time, no one could have expected that his life would undergo such a huge change."

"Destiny is so wonderful."

Su Miao sat up slightly and said seriously: "Miss Feng, can you tell me about Lin Zhong's past? I want to know more about him."

"sure."

Feng Nan picked up the tea cup on the stone table, moistened his throat, and then spoke eloquently: "The first time Lin Zhong and I met was at the military competition. I was the referee and he was the player. At that time, he and Lin Zhong

It’s very different now. I look cold and withdrawn on the outside, and I don’t speak politely to anyone, but I hate evil in my heart and seem to be full of anger..."

Su Miao listened quietly.

With Lin Zhong as a link, the two people found a common topic, and their initially unfamiliar relationship gradually became closer.

As Feng Nan told it, Lin Zhong's image in Su Miao's mind became more complete.

How many hardships, life and death, and brutal struggles have you gone through to become the person you are now?

Su Miao couldn't help but think leisurely.

Yukino, who was sitting in the corner of the pavilion, widened her eyes and listened attentively.

She didn't expect that the wise and mighty master, the invincible master, had such a wonderful past.

About ten minutes later.

A slender figure appeared outside the pavilion from far to near.

Feng Nan immediately stopped talking, closed his mouth, pretended to pick up the tea cup, and drank the green tea in one gulp.

Su Miao and Xue Nai turned their heads at the same time and paid attention to the figure.

Lin Zhong felt that the atmosphere in the pavilion was a bit strange, so he slowed down and glanced at the faces of Su Miao, Feng Nan and Aunt Meng: "I seem to have come at a bad time?"

"You came just in time."

Su Miao smiled, indescribably dazzling and beautiful, and gently waved to Lin Zhong: "We have been waiting for you for a long time."

Xueno stood up quickly, ran over quickly, held Lin Zhong's arm and welcomed him into the pavilion.

"What are you talking about?" Lin Zhong asked curiously.

"Someone's glorious deeds."

Feng Nan put down the tea cup and said generously: "For example, how did you stand out at the military conference and then join Beidou, and how did you get to know us."

"oh."

Lin Jian nodded and sat down opposite Su Miao, his expression unchanged.

"That's it? We're talking about you behind your back, aren't you angry?" Seeing Lin Zhong's reaction was so bland, Feng Nan couldn't help but blurt out.

"Why are you angry?"

Lin Zhong asked back: "I won't lose a piece of meat after a few words of discussion."

The corners of Feng Nan's beautiful mouth twitched and she said weakly: "Okay, you win."

Although he and Lin Zhong have known each other for a long time and have a deep friendship, and they can trust each other in life and death, Feng Nan still sometimes can't adapt to Lin Zhong's personality that is very different from ordinary people.

At this moment, Aunt Meng's gentle voice came from the side: "Brother Lin, how do you feel?"

"Not too good, but not too bad either."

Lin Zhong told the truth.

Aunt Meng looked at Lin Zhong's face, suddenly stood up from the stone bench, walked to Lin Zhong, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Let me check it for you."

"Sorry to trouble you."

Lin Zhong did not refuse the other party's kindness.

In fact, even if he wanted to refuse, he couldn't find a suitable reason.

Lin Zhong took off his coat and opened his shirt, revealing his chest, which was clearly defined and carved like a knife and an axe.

In the middle of the chest, a sharp-cut fist mark was sunken inward, half an inch deep.

Around the fist mark, the muscles were obviously swollen, and purple-red blood vessels protruded like spider webs, covering Lin Zhong's upper body, looking both ferocious and terrifying.

"hiss!"

All the girls in the pavilion gasped in unison.

With such a serious injury, Lin Zhong has been acting as usual, even chatting and laughing with everyone, without showing anything unusual. How strong is his will?

Aunt Meng's expression became serious, her eyes narrowed slightly, she stretched out her right hand to press Lin Zhong's chest, and a wisp of Qi slowly seeped into the latter's body.

The next moment, a strong sense of pain entered Lin Zhong's mind, constantly stimulating his nerves.

The muscles at the corners of Lin Zhong's eyes twitched uncontrollably a few times, his hands suddenly clenched tightly, and the veins on the backs of his hands were exposed, and his face, which had regained some color, turned pale again.

Aunt Meng's face didn't look very good either, her eyebrows were knitted together, Qi was flowing on her body, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead.

The girls around him held their breath, not daring to take a breath.

Time passes slowly.

About four or five minutes later, Aunt Meng suddenly retracted her palm, as if she had encountered some difficult puzzle, and stared at Lin Zhong silently.

“Incredible.”

After a while, she uttered four words and looked at Lin Zhong as if she were looking at a monster: "You actually healed your internal injuries yourself?"

Lin Zhong shook his head and said, "It's not me."

Aunt Meng raised her eyebrows and made a questioning nasal sound: "Huh?"

"Although I don't know it very well myself, I'm afraid it has something to do with His Excellency Du Huaizhen."

Lin Zhong explained calmly as he buttoned up his shirt: "After I came out of Zhige Garden, I felt that Xu Jing's remaining fist power in my body disappeared."

"I see."

Aunt Meng suddenly nodded: "This makes sense. With His Excellency Du Huaizhen's martial arts realm, it is completely easy and effortless to help you treat your internal injuries."

After saying that, Aunt Meng looked at Lin Zhong up and down again, her expression getting weirder and weirder.

"Brother Lin, I have a question and I hope you can answer it honestly." She suddenly said seriously.

"What's the problem?"

"You are not the illegitimate son of His Excellency Du Huaizhen, are you?"

Aunt Meng rubbed her chin and said meaningfully: "Otherwise, there is no way to explain why he treats you so differently."

"puff!"

Su Miao, who was drinking tea, squirted out a mouthful of water.

"How is that possible?"
Chapter completed!