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Chapter 4390: 5.0142 Entering the Dream 3

Qiao Mu struggled bitterly for two days, consistently failing to escape this soul body state, feeling a little troubled for a moment.

What kind of situation is this?

If it was a dream, then why was she like an observer, floating around behind her past self?

If it wasn't a dream, then everything before her seemed too real, too vivid.

The sun rose and set, autumn passed, and winter came.

Counting the days, she seemed to have been accompanying her past self for four months.

These four months allowed her to witness once again how incredibly difficult her past self's life was.

Watching her get out of bed and walk, constantly exercising, stumbling and falling, getting up again, only to fall again.

Until now, she could finally walk steadily.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Mermaid Pearl within her past self seemed to lack the excellent recovery abilities it had in this life.

Qiao Mu secretly mused: Perhaps the Mermaid Pearl's seal was only slightly broken in her past life, and not much power flowed out.

Unlike her in this life, where the Mermaid Pearl's seal completely broke when she bravely battled the Black Dragon at the bottom of the Forgotten River!

"Hey, hey, stoic face, look here, here! Where are your eyes wandering?" A clear young voice suddenly sounded from the courtyard entrance.

Qiao Mu turned her head and saw the black-clad youth, formed from that foolish dragon, standing in front of the pavilion gate, under a pear blossom tree that had not bloomed for a long time. His eyes, curved in a smile, looked over.

Her past self looked at him expressionlessly, her long, unbound hair gently fluttering in the cold wind, dressed in a simple snow-white garment, her eyes calm and unperturbed.

Qiao Mu was momentarily captivated.

[This feeling of looking in a mirror, how strange.]

[Looking at her, it's like seeing my own stoic face.]

Qiao Mu subconsciously reached out and touched her small face.

[So, I've been stoic for two lifetimes?]

"Is this your sword?" He bounced over, bringing a somewhat old, purplish-black long sword into her hand.

Although her past self's limbs had recovered decently, such a heavy sword was clearly too much for her to lift.

And so...

Qiao Mu saw the sword fall from her arms with a "bang," landing in the mud.

The Purple Heavens Thunder Dragon pouted, bent down, picked up the sword, vigorously patted off the mud, and muttered softly, "You're a girl; why are you carrying such a heavy sword?"

Qiao Mu floated in front of them, reaching out to touch her treasured sword, a faint hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

This sword was something she had once found among a pile of corpses.

In her previous life, it had always accompanied her, cutting through thorns and slaying countless zombie puppets. Although it eventually became too blunt to cut anything, it remained her cherished memento.

Too much had changed in this life. Even if she painstakingly sought it out, she might not find it.

Therefore, from the beginning, she hadn't thought of looking for it.

Some things, some objects, keeping them in her heart was enough comfort; there was no need to seek perfection in everything.

"Here," the youth pushed the sword into her arms. "This sword is so heavy; in the future, let an artificer reforge it for you."

"No need."

Student Purple Heavens Thunder Dragon blinked, then suddenly leaped up. "Are you talking to me?"

Heh, is the heavens finally opening their eyes today?

He knew that his master had ordered him to protect this stoic face. He usually wandered around this courtyard when he had nothing to do, and he had no idea how much he had talked to her, yet she never reacted.

Many times, the youth felt like he was going to become autistic.

"A mute speaks, an iron tree blossoms."