I studied beheading in a mental institution

An Qingyu said calmly: "Purpose? I was imprisoned just like you."

"haha, really?"

The two stood inside and outside the ward, staring at each other, and the air fell into a dead silence.

Just as An Qingyu was about to say something more, her gaze suddenly narrowed, and she turned to look at the end of the corridor, where a figure in a white coat was slowly approaching from a distance.

"What are you doing?" Lin Qiye asked.

An Qingyu glanced at [Chaos], "It's nothing."

"It seems that our [Key of the Door] is also a little curious about my immortal body..." [Chaos] raised the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "Actually, as long as you take two hundred pills a day like me, you can Immortal, do you want to try?"

Lin Qiye's eyes swept over [Chaos] and An Qingyu, his brows were slightly frowned.

He raised his fingertips,

boom--!

The door of Ward No. [-] slammed shut, almost knocking [Chaos] standing behind the door into the air.

There was only a light click, and the door of the ward was locked again. Amid [Chaos]'s angry scolding, Lin Qiye looked at An Qingyu, and said slowly:

"Don't talk to him, understand?"

An Qingyu glanced at the closed door, but did not speak.

"Come with me." Lin Qiye turned and left.

"Go? Where?"

"Go see the teacher."

An Qingyu froze in place.

……

buzzing-

The setting sun has sunk into the earth, and the deep black blue has spread the whole sky,

The roar of a helicopter came from afar.

The cabin door opened, and Shen Qingzhu landed lightly on the desert with a takeaway in one hand and liquor in the other.

He turned around and gave the pilot a signal, and the plane slowly pulled up and disappeared into the sky.

Without a cloak or a straight knife, today's Shen Qingzhu was just wearing a simple casual dress, neat and tidy, like a guest who came all the way to a banquet.

He walked to the door of Jianhu, tapped twice, and Zhou Ping's voice came from it:

"Please come in."

Shen Qingzhu pushed the door and walked into the hut. A stove was emitting a warm red light in the room. Zhou Ping and Lin Qiye were already sitting by the stove. When they saw him coming from outside, their eyes lit up at the same time.

"How is it? Did you buy it?" Lin Qiye asked.

"After queuing for four and 10 minutes, I got it."

Shen Qingzhu put down the takeaway bag, and an intoxicating aroma of food came out, which whetted the appetite.

Zhou Ping licked his lips, his eyes looked straight. He has been retreating here for the past few years, and what he ate was dry food and the like. It has been a long time since he tasted the fragrance of vegetables full of life. .

"By the way, where's An Qingyu?" Shen Qingzhu asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say you brought him here too?"

Lin Qiye turned his head to look at Zhou Ping, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Well, let him come together." Zhou Ping nodded, "Don't worry, he can't run away with me here."

"That's good."

With Zhou Ping's affirmation, the nothingness behind Lin Qiye suddenly twisted, and the outline of a figure in black was quickly outlined.

Seeing the figure in black, Shen Qingzhu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he continued to lower his head to unpack the takeaway bags without speaking.

An Qingyu stood beside the stove in a daze, looking at Zhou Ping and Shen Qingzhu who were sitting cross-legged on the ground, feeling a little absent-minded for a moment.

"This is……"

Zhou Ping stared at him for a moment, patted the ground beside him, and said softly, "Sit down, and eat something with me."

After the patient's treatment progress reaches 50%, Lin Qiye can take them out of the hospital. Since Zhou Ping has already spoken, there is no need to worry about the risk of An Qingyu escaping, and he can be brought out directly.

A hint of complexity flashed across An Qingyu's gray eyes, and after a moment of hesitation, she sat down obediently.

Of course Zhou Ping knew about An Qingyu's affairs, but he was not very good at words, and he didn't know where to persuade him at this moment... He could only look at Lin Qiye for help.

And Lin Qiye kept watching An Qingyu, fearing that he would do something and run away from here.

An Qingyu silently looked down at the stove without saying a word.

Four figures surrounded the fire, and their shadows swayed on the wall with the light of the fire. Inside the small sword hut, it seemed crowded and distant...

Snapped--

Shen Qingzhu put down the takeaway in his hand, an intricate knot was still firmly fixed on the surface of the plastic bag,

After a short silence, he spoke slowly:

"I can't take it apart."

Lin Qiye: ...

"Can't you just cut it open?" Zhou Ping blinked, and a hungry grunt came from his stomach.

"It's easy to spill when you cut it apart, and it's not easy to put it back in a while." Shen Qingzhu answered seriously, then turned her head, "Qiye, can you take it apart?"

"...No." Lin Qiye replied decisively.

Zhou Ping seemed to have guessed something, "Actually, I'm not very good at..."

In the sword hut, once again fell into a dead silence.

After an unknown amount of time, An Qingyu raised her head and opened her mouth:

"Let me try?"

Without saying a word, Shen Qingzhu directly pushed the takeaway in front of An Qingyu, who gently picked it with his fingertips, and the knot was untied in response.

"Excellent." Shen Qingzhu said lightly.

"Yes." Lin Qiye greeted.

An Qingyu: ...

"I remember when I first taught you in the warehouse, Qing Yuchai delivered takeaways every day." Zhou Ping took advantage of the situation and brought up a topic.

"...Didn't we all eat the meals you cooked? When did you order takeaway?"

An Qingyu had a strange expression on his face.

"Oh, that's why I remembered wrongly."

"..."

Lin Qiye couldn't help but touch his forehead. The original discussion was to see if An Qingyu could be persuaded to surrender, but now the atmosphere was so embarrassing that he wanted to run away on the spot... Anyway, this opening was really bad.

Zhou Ping seemed to be aware of this too, so he simply gave up looking for topics, and while tearing apart the chopsticks, he spoke directly, seemingly casually:

"Qingyu, give up Cthulhu...stay in Daxia, no matter what happens, we will carry it with you, otherwise..."

Snapped--

Zhou Ping accidentally broke the chopsticks in his hand into two pieces,

He was silent for a moment, and then said, "Otherwise, I'll kill you."

An Qingyu shook her hand just as she was about to serve the meal, and her whole body froze in place.

After so many years of not seeing each other, Zhou Ping's way of threatening people is still so unexpected...

A vague sword intent emanated from Zhou Ping's body, and An Qingyu, who was sitting beside him, only felt a chill lingering around his neck, as if his head would be decapitated in the next moment.

For a moment, the hand holding the rice neither moved in nor retreated,

The small sword hut fell into a deep quagmire again.