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Isn't Thomas already incomplete? Lin Xian cursed in his heart.

Thinking of those who have lost the Eye of God, they have lost their wishes and memories. It is understandable to say that they are incomplete.

But it doesn't look like it...

Thomas was a little confused by Lin Xian's eyes and said quickly: "Why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?"

"Ahem, it's okay, just keep talking. Why did you suddenly call me back?"

"Have you ever thought about who is most worried when the lady disappears..." Thomas's expression suddenly became a little mysterious.

"Could it be..."

Brother-in-law? Lin Xian suddenly felt a bit of toothache and forgot about it. He must have been the most concerned about his sister when he lost his sister.

Thinking of this, Lin Xian suddenly felt a murderous aura. When he turned around, he saw a handsome white-haired young man holding a folding fan in his hand and looking at him with a smile.

Lin Xian quickly bowed to Thomas and said, "Farewell!"

Then he grabbed Paimon and teleported directly back to Liyue.

I can't stand it, I can't stand it. It's not Lin Chou's fault. Originally, my uncle should not have a good impression of Lin Chou. Now that he has lost his sister, it's only strange that he doesn't have a good face.

"Brush," Kamisato Ayato frowned slightly, retracted the fan, and walked slowly towards Toma.

"Is this Lin Chou?"

Kamisato Ayato's voice was gentle, but there was a sense of indifference that could repel people thousands of miles away.

Thomas responded quickly: "Yes, Master."

"You don't have to be so reserved. I've said it many times. Since you are Ayaka's friend, you are also my friend." Kamisato Ayato said with relief when he saw Toma's muscles tightening and his body stiffening.

"Okay, Master." Thomas responded without raising his head.

"It's up to you..."

Kamisato Ayato shook his head helplessly, as if he thought of something again, his eyes as bright as stars lit up, and he spoke slowly.

"Why don't you tell me more about Lin Xian?"

"Okay..." Thomas smiled bitterly and said silently in his heart: Good brother, I tried my best.

...

"Lin Yan, who is that person?" Paimeng was suddenly grabbed and moved. His head was a little dizzy, but he couldn't wait to ask after regaining consciousness.

"Lin Cie?" Paimeng saw that Lin Cie was silent and looked towards him.

I saw a handsome young man sitting on a chair, holding a spoonful of almond tofu in his hand, looking here silently.

In addition to the boy's eye-catching hair and clothes, the most impressive thing is his indifferent temperament that seems to come from hell.

If Kamisato Ayato's coldness is hidden under his soft words, Mandrill's indifference is his deep reluctance to communicate with others.

If this mandrill with this temperament holds a spoonful of almond tofu in his hand, the scene will be a bit funny and heartwarming.

"Um," Lin Xian was the first to break the awkwardness, "Hello, Mr. Mandrill, I am your fan..."

"Fan...what is that?" Mandrill put down the almond tofu in his hand calmly and put his arm on the table.

Is it some kind of food? But judging from his tone, it was clearly not that thing he was talking about, Mandrill thought with some confusion.

"Ah this..."

Lin Xian didn't know how to explain it, and the scene suddenly turned cold again.

...

After a long time, Lin Xian said tentatively: "Perhaps you are referring to the admirers?"

Mandrill nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, and said.

“The craftsmanship is good...”

"Where, where," Lin Xian wanted to say something modestly, but her thoughts failed. She was stunned, and a dark green light flashed past, and the mandrill disappeared.

"You really come and go without a trace..."

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