Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Hearing this, Lin Zichu's eyes became very gentle, he coughed in a low voice, and said, "What nonsense, Ah Qing, compared to your headache, what is this small cough?"

Qian Qing was silent for a while, then said with a smile: "Brother, I think your tent can accommodate two or three people to sleep together. No one else would dare to sleep with you, why not let me accompany you."

"I don't need anyone to accompany me."

"Yes, it is you who come to accompany me. Anyway, let me come."

"..."

Lin Zichu broke off a piece of dead wood, threw it into the fire, paused, and said, "That's good."

It is late at night.

Sitting beside the bonfire were the monks who took turns watching the night. They talked in low voices, and their thick black shadows shone on the white cloth of the tent. As the flame danced, their backs also became huge, just like the legendary giants.

Qianqing rested her head on her arm, staring at the trembling shadow on the tent, without any sleepiness in her heart.Amao lay on his shoulders, purring softly.

He stared at the tent for a long time, couldn't bear it anymore, sat up, and planned to get some air outside.

Qianqing didn't dare to disturb Lin Zichu, so she tiptoed and moved towards the door very slowly, looking at Lin Zichu with her eyes, to see if he was woken up by herself.

The fire was bright outside the tent, and it was not very dark inside the tent.

Qianqing climbed two steps, and said 'huh' in her heart, she moved to Lin Zichu's side curiously, held her breath, and leaned down.

Just now, Qianqing suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a light flashing in Lin Zichu's throat.

The extremely faint blue light, like a ribbon, wrapped around Lin Zichu's throat, scattered like fireflies, and then condensed again.

Condensed into a vague figure.

Qianqing frowned slightly, leaning down even more, her eyes getting closer and closer to Lin Zichu's neck.

He wanted to see what it was, but the light was not strong enough, the more Qianqing tried to see clearly, the weaker the light became.

His face was getting closer to Lin Zichu's neck, so close that even if he held his breath, his body temperature would rush towards Lin Zichu.

Qianqing tilted her head to look for a while, and felt that the pattern of blue light looked like a tree but not a tree, like a dragon but not a dragon.If it is a tree, it seems to have a little more strength, if it is a dragon, it seems to lack a spirit.

No matter how he looked at it, something was wrong, and he was about to get closer to see what was going on.

Lin Zichu's Adam's apple suddenly swallowed, and his muscles trembled.He opened his eyes abruptly, how could there be any tiredness in his eyes?Lin Zichu raised his right hand and gently pushed Qianqing's shoulder, and he also moved in the opposite direction.He asked in a hoarse voice: "... What time is it?"