"Come on, it's time to wash your face. If you've had enough sleep, wake up soon!"

When Link woke up from his sleep, a gentle, sweet girl's voice came from his ears. Then, the fragrant wind blew, and a refreshing sound appeared on his face.

He tried to open his eyes, but the strong light made him feel a little uncomfortable. How long did he sleep?

"Thank you!" he said subconsciously as the towel brushed back and forth across his face.

"Are you awake?" The girl's voice was filled with joy, and she gently touched his shoulder.

"Yeah." Link nodded: "Where is this?"

"My house!" The girl gave an answer that made him very depressed, "Thank you, Lord, you finally woke up! I'll tell my father!"

The gentle footsteps gradually faded away, leaving Link with a confusion in his thoughts.

Christina's heartbreaking voice and the loud noise when the fighter plane exploded were still in her ears. He, who should have been crushed to pieces, miraculously woke up in a strange bed. Is this a dream or an illusion?

The light gradually softened a little, and Link tried hard to open his eyes and looked around.

This is a room full of Western medieval style. On the wall, there are some exquisite murals and carvings. In the fireplace facing the bed, the fire is burning vigorously, charcoal is scattering, and sparks are splashing. In front of the fireplace is an ancient wooden table, with two carved wooden chairs placed next to the table. On the right side of the wall is an exquisite dressing table, with a bronze mirror inlaid in front of the table.

Retracting his gaze, Link looked at himself. The blood-stained military uniform was gone, and replaced by a strange linen dress.

"Xie Te, what's going on?" Link rubbed his face hard, trying to calm himself down.

But after this, he was stunned: This is nothing but a face, it’s a whole hill!

"I'm disfigured?" He jumped instinctively and wanted to get up and look in the mirror.

"Oh my God!" A sharp pain from his waist made him grin and poured back on the bed.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and sat up slowly and came to the mirror. Sure enough, the face that had helped him conquer many beauties, had disappeared without a trace, and a face that was full of scars and was so ugly that it appeared in the mirror. After a closer look, Link found that he had shrunk by one size.

"This is not me-" The familiar figure of the strange boy in the dream came into his mind, gradually overlapping with the person in the mirror, "This is Arthur! Arthur!"

This idea, like a key, opened the door to Link's sea of ​​consciousness, and Arthur's memory surged out like a tide and merged with his memory quickly.

Link squatted on the ground with his head in pain, and the memories of the two quickly merged into one.

"What you see is your past and present life!"

"You have been in someone else's house for fifteen years, but you laugh at others' tragic experiences. You are a little heartless!"

Thinking of the voices of the two women in the dark, Link seemed to understand what was going on. He stood up in a tangled manner, walked a few steps, and fell on the bed weakly, feeling the pain of pulling the two balls.

"Little brother, are you awake?" Half an hour later, Ryan lifted the curtain and walked in.

Lying on the bed, my heart broke in a long way, and my heart was broken in an instant, and I felt mixed emotions. Link, who almost stared through the ceiling, nodded with difficulty, as a response.

"How is your body feeling? Does the wound still hurt?" Ryan asked with concern, standing beside the bed.

"It's okay." Link nodded at Ryan and squeezed out a smile with difficulty.

"The wound doesn't hurt, it hurts!" Link said in silence in his heart. "I was still laughing at him when I was in a coma, but when I woke up, I became him. This world is so crazy."

"It's fine. Don't rush to get out of bed and rest for two days." Ryan said with relief, "I finally got through it. At the beginning, seeing you like that, I'm really afraid that you can't wake up!"

"Dad, don't be so nagging, okay? Let him eat something first." The girl came to the bed with a bowl of soup.

"Okay." Ryan took the soup from his daughter's hand and handed it to Link. "My name is Ryan. This is my daughter Melena. She has been taking care of you these two days after you were in a coma."

"Thank you, Uncle Ryan, Miss Melena." Link supported himself and thanked him while obediently taking the bowl. Even though he had thousands of knots in his heart, he was really hungry and naturally he could not refuse the broth.

"You're welcome. Our house is much more lively here." Melena took a pillow and put it behind him, and smiled, "After drinking the soup, take a good rest. When the two live babies come, you don't want to rest."

——

"May I have your name?"

"How could you be buried in a cemetery?"

"How come your grave suddenly exploded?"

"What's going on your face?"

“…”

Robin and Peter came over quickly after receiving the news. The two guys squatted in front of the bed, throwing out all the problems that had been in their stomachs for several days, Ryan and Melena couldn't help but shake their heads when they heard it.

Link hesitated for a moment, slowly spit out four words, "My name is Link", and then stopped talking.

"No?" Robin and Peter's curiosity were seriously damaged.

"I don't know many things," Link said with a wry smile. He was telling the truth. Until now, he didn't know what poison he had been buried in the grave and how he crawled out of the grave. The only thing he had concealed was the process of being injured on his face, and he had to protect himself.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, let's talk about it later. Peter, Robin, don't bother Link to rest." Ryan smiled and relieved him.

"Okay!" Peter nodded, looked at Link and smiled, "Brother, you have recovered from your injuries, your health is recovered, accompany us to break into the grave again, that is your territory!"

"Do you think it's not enough to make trouble?" Meilina smiled and said with a sweet smile when she heard this.

With a smile, Link's eyes were attracted by her.

The girl's every move showed a confusing charm. She was obviously a woman with a charming heart. But she also had a pure temperament of a small family, which was intertwined with the tenderness in her bones, bringing people strong sensory stimulation.

"Uncle, can the wound on my face be cured?" After Peter and Robin left, Link pointed to his face and asked Ryan.

When Ryan heard this, his expression was disheartened: "I thought of many ways, but it was useless. These scars may be with you for the rest of your life. You have to be mentally prepared."

"Yes." Link nodded calmly. "From the future, picking up girls is a skilled job!" He sighed softly in his heart.

"Brother Link, I'll ask you a risk." Lane said again, "These days, I have discovered something strange. The wounds on your face and waist heal several times faster than those of ordinary injured people. After the wounds on your waist heal, it seems that you have never been injured, but there are so many scars on your face. Do you know what the reason is?"

Link shook his head blankly.

"Then, you have a rest, we'll go out first." Ryan said.

"Well. Can I walk around in the afternoon?" Link asked.

"Yes, don't go too far, pay attention to the wound." Ryan nodded.

At dusk, the sun sets.

On the grass outside Hannotting Town, Link stood alone in the wind, staring at the mountains in the distance.

"The past and present life are a wonderful period, a cowardly period. God arranged it, so fair!" Link sighed in his heart, "It's my turn to make decisions in the future, right?"

Everything here gradually becomes familiar and real in the Elantra continent, Tianmeng Federation.

A sudden burst of passion and expectation arise in Link's heart - what kind of life music will they write together after the passage of time?

"The road to the pass is as iron as iron, but now we are stepping over and over again. From the beginning, the mountains are as vast as the sea and the setting sun is as blood."

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When Link woke up from his sleep, a gentle, sweet girl's voice came from his ears. Then, the fragrant wind blew, and a refreshing sound appeared on his face.

He tried to open his eyes, but the strong light made him feel a little uncomfortable. How long did he sleep?

"Thank you!" he said subconsciously as the towel brushed back and forth across his face.

"Are you awake?" The girl's voice was filled with joy, and she gently touched his shoulder.

"Yeah." Link nodded: "Where is this?"

"My house!" The girl gave an answer that made him very depressed, "Thank you, Lord, you finally woke up! I'll tell my father!"

The gentle footsteps gradually faded away, leaving Link with a confusion in his thoughts.

Christina's heartbreaking voice and the loud noise when the fighter plane exploded were still in her ears. He, who should have been crushed to pieces, miraculously woke up in a strange bed. Is this a dream or an illusion?

The light gradually softened a little, and Link tried hard to open his eyes and looked around.

This is a room full of Western medieval style. On the wall, there are some exquisite murals and carvings. In the fireplace facing the bed, the fire is burning vigorously, charcoal is scattering, and sparks are splashing. In front of the fireplace is an ancient wooden table, with two carved wooden chairs placed next to the table. On the right side of the wall is an exquisite dressing table, with a bronze mirror inlaid in front of the table.

Retracting his gaze, Link looked at himself. The blood-stained military uniform was gone, and replaced by a strange linen dress.

"Xie Te, what's going on?" Link rubbed his face hard, trying to calm himself down.

But after this, he was stunned: This is nothing but a face, it’s a whole hill!

"I'm disfigured?" He jumped instinctively and wanted to get up and look in the mirror.

"Oh my God!" A sharp pain from his waist made him grin and poured back on the bed.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and sat up slowly and came to the mirror. Sure enough, the face that had helped him conquer many beauties, had disappeared without a trace, and a face that was full of scars and was so ugly that it appeared in the mirror. After a closer look, Link found that he had shrunk by one size.

"This is not me-" The familiar figure of the strange boy in the dream came into his mind, gradually overlapping with the person in the mirror, "This is Arthur! Arthur!"

This idea, like a key, opened the door to Link's sea of ​​consciousness, and Arthur's memory surged out like a tide and merged with his memory quickly.

Link squatted on the ground with his head in pain, and the memories of the two quickly merged into one.

"What you see is your past and present life!"

"You have been in someone else's house for fifteen years, but you laugh at others' tragic experiences. You are a little heartless!"

Thinking of the voices of the two women in the dark, Link seemed to understand what was going on. He stood up in a tangled manner, walked a few steps, and fell on the bed weakly, feeling the pain of pulling the two balls.

"Little brother, are you awake?" Half an hour later, Ryan lifted the curtain and walked in.

Lying on the bed, my heart broke in a long way, and my heart was broken in an instant, and I felt mixed emotions. Link, who almost stared through the ceiling, nodded with difficulty, as a response.

"How is your body feeling? Does the wound still hurt?" Ryan asked with concern, standing beside the bed.
To be continued...