On the writing and inkstone table, Li Xiuyuan had not yet woken up from his artistic conception. He looked up at the large lake in front of him and shouted softly: "Martial nephew Wuxin, why do you have to live in your own dream?"

Just this sentence of "Wuxin Master Nephew" was like a thunderbolt on Mumu's head, reminding her of the Wuxin monk sitting in front of the lake on hunger strike in Prajna Temple...

"Brother, you are Mu Mu's brother!"

Mu Mu suddenly fell to the ground weakly. She watched Li Xiuyuan move out of the pavilion and walked towards the stone bench by the lake. Mu Mu then covered her mouth and couldn't help shouting desperately.

"Brother, don't forget Mumu!"

"Boom!" There was a sound of thunder on the ground, and then a whirlwind swept from the opposite side of the lake and swept away Li Xiuyuan who was sitting on the stone bench.

"Brother, don't go, don't leave Mumu..."

Mumu fell to the ground and was already sobbing. Her brother, who had just been reunited for a few days, left her just as he was about to regain his memory.

Amid the whistling wind, Tang Qiuyu's cry came: "Mumu, where are you!"

Another voice also sounded in the wind: "Sister, where are you? Your sister-in-law and I are here, come out quickly."

"Li Xiuyuan, come out quickly. It's time to eat soon. Aren't you hungry?" This was Xiao Qing's voice.

After the thunder, not a drop of rain fell.

A whirlwind blew through and took away the young man sitting by the lake.

A group of boys and girls who woke up from Li Xiuyuan's artistic conception were dumbfounded for a moment when they saw Mu Mu lying on the ground crying, because they saw the sword on the note that was about to break through the air!
Chapter completed!