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

For the past month, Qian Qing could only rest in You Konghou's stomach, today was the first time he lay down on his back, and his body immediately relaxed.

Lin Zichu stood and looked at Qianqing for a while, then sat sideways on the edge of the bed.

He raised his hand to smooth the bed sheet lying under Qianqing, and said, "Qianqing, do you know what happened to the cultivator I saw today?"

Hearing this, Qianqing opened her eyes abruptly, without any trace of sleepiness in her eyes.

He looked at Lin Zichu and said: "From your tone, it seems that you know what that person is up to."

Lin Zichu nodded and said, "I didn't think of it at first, but when I saw him spitting blood and dying, I suddenly thought of something."

"what?"

Lin Zichu took off his shoes and socks, and lay flat beside Qianqing.

His tone was light, indescribably calm.

Lin Zichu said: "I remembered that a monk with the physique of a cold dragon crouching in the snow would explode and die like this if his body was filled with aura."

For the last four words, Lin Zichu lowered his voice very softly, as if worried about scaring Qian Qing, his tone was calm.

However, Qianqing could hear Lin Zichu's emotions about to collapse.

Qianqing stood up with her hands up, and said, "How could it be?"

Lin Zichu smiled at him shyly, not knowing how to answer.

Qianqing knew that Lin Zichu also had a legendary physique like Hanlongwoxue, and thinking of the horrible death of the monk just now, she shook her head and said, "No, it won't happen. How many monks like this did we meet along the way? Do you have the physique of a cold dragon crouching in the snow? Absolutely impossible. This is probably a unique disease in the frozen forest wasteland, brother Lin don't need to take it to heart."

Lin Zichu nodded, and said: "That's right, this is not the case of a monk with the cold dragon's lying snow body exploding himself. Because the cold dragon's lying snow body exploded and died, he crushed all the flesh and veins of his body into powder, comparable to The monks I met on the road died much more horribly."

"..."

Qianqing thought to herself, I am afraid it is really what Lin Zichu said.

How many people can't dream of such a legendary physique as the Hanlong Woxue Body.

But here at Lin Zichu, it is a winding path in the mountains.

The path is steep and broken, and if you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces and fall into the abyss.

Lin Zichu turned sideways, facing Qianqing.

Qianqing didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only pat him on the shoulder, paused, and lay down again.

The two stared at each other, Qian Qing asked: "Brother Lin, are you afraid?"

Lin Zichu nodded slightly.

He is twenty-six this year.For ordinary people, this age is not too young.

But for a monk, 26 years old is really too young, it can be ignored compared to the real ancestor who has been active for tens of millions of years.

It was cruel indeed for such a young man to face the daily fear of death.

Qianqing couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

Just as he was hesitating, at this moment, Lin Zichu suddenly stretched out his hand, and covered the back of Qianqing's hand with his cool palm.

"I thought I was used to it." Lin Zichu said, "Now it seems that I am not. It turned out that I was so scared that Qian Qing laughed at me."

"where."

Lin Zichu gently closed his eyes, and said: "I hope Qianqing will allow me to hold your hand tonight. This request is a little too much, I hope Qianqing will take care of everything and let me do it once."

"Of course." Qian Qing grabbed Lin Zichu's wrist with her backhand and pulled him towards her.

For some reason, my heart beats two minutes faster, which is puzzling.

Qian Qing thought for a while, and then said: "This frozen wasteland is cold at night, it's better for you and me to get closer."

Lin Zichu gave an 'hmm', lowered his head, and curled up, as if about to plunge into Qianqing's arms.

But he didn't come forward after all.

He just asked: "...Qianqing, are my eyes ugly?"

Qian Qing was startled, and asked back: "How do you say that?"

"My eyes..." Lin Zichu said in a soft voice, "What is the difference between my eyes and your destined one?"

Qianqing was silent.

After a long silence, Qian Qingfang said: "It's different, everyone is different from him."

Lin Zichu didn't want to get a definite answer. It should be said that any answer is false.He didn't intend to take it to heart.

However, after hearing what Qian Qing said, Lin Zichu felt a little sad again.

Since Qianqing didn't remember, he wasn't at fault in any way.

However, Lin Zichu was still a little lonely.He really wanted to kiss Chiharu.

The freezing night of the frozen forest wasteland has fallen.

Qianqing closed her eyes, lay on her side, facing Lin Zichu, and said, "Go to sleep."

Lin Zichu let out an 'hmm', but looked at Qianqing's face for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

Early in the morning of the second day, the dim sunlight entered the room.Qianqing struggled to open her eyes, covered her forehead with her hands, and complained.

He is used to living in a place with a strong aura like Zhengyang Xianzong, and he can breathe out aura even when he is sleeping.Suddenly coming to this strange place where birds don't lay eggs, made him feel astringent all over his body, and his bones were as heavy as rust.

Qianqing stood up from the bed with her hands up, and covered her forehead with her hands.

On his forehead is a round silver point covered with two small silver chains crossing up and down.The silver chain is similar in color to the forehead point, if you don't look carefully, you really can't see it clearly.

Qian Qing clasped her forehead with the palm of her hand, a forbearance flashed across her face.

For some reason, after stepping into the frozen forest wasteland, Fulong on Qianqing's forehead became restless.

At first, Qianqing didn't take it seriously.That's because the stinky dragon on his forehead is extremely hateful, he doesn't listen to discipline, and struggles restlessly on weekdays, which is simply too common.

Fortunately, Qianqing had a silver chain made of the bone of the Immortal Lord Dongkun between Qianqing's forehead, which could suppress Fulong and prevent Qianqing from having a splitting headache as usual.

It's just that today, Fulong's restlessness reached the extreme, much higher than usual.If the usual struggles are small fights, then this moment is the real dance of swords and guns.

A silver majestic silver dragon, with huge bloodshot eyes, swam rapidly between Qian Qing's foreheads.It has an anxious expression, roaring to the sky, bared its fangs, and looks like an anxious animal in a cage.

This eagerness caused the two cranes of Queyan in Qianqing's dantian to feel it. They fluttered their wings and let out a dissatisfied cry.

Seeing Qianqing holding his forehead for the first time, Linzi stood up and asked, "What, do you have a headache?"

Qianqing made a vague sound perfunctorily, closed her eyes to calm down, and barely suppressed Fulong on her forehead.

Just when he felt uncomfortable all over, and there was an anger in his chest that wanted to vent, the aroma of hot food wafted from outside the room.

Kuishan shouted: "Young master, friend Lin Daoist, you can come out for dinner."

Lin Zichu now has a golden elixir cultivation base, able to eat without food.It's just that the spiritual energy in the frozen forest wasteland is too thin for monks to use, and the spiritual energy in their bodies cannot be activated, so they can only eat something.

Kuishan cut two large pieces of unknown meat and put them in front of Qian Lin.Pick up yesterday's teacup and pour it into it.

What was poured out this time was not tea, but milky white milk, which smelled fragrant without any fishy smell.

"This is meat." Kuishan put the teacup in front of the two and explained, "This is wooden milk."

Qian Qing picked up the teacup and sniffed it, then raised her eyebrows and asked, "What meat? What milk?"

"Meat forests are full of meat, wood milk." Kuishan said: "The frozen forest wasteland is strange and strange. Some trees can bear fruit, and some trees can congee meat. The flesh trees form forests, the cold wind blows, and the pieces of meat move around, so they are called It’s called the meat forest. As for the wood milk, it’s the milk that flows out after the meat tree is cut down, and it tastes very sweet.”

"I've never heard of it." Qian Qing took a sip, only to feel that the wood milk is sweet and mellow, with a strong taste.It is clear that the juice has been swallowed, but it seems that there is still liquid sliding between the throats.He secretly praised, and said with a smile: "This trip, I really did not come to the wrong place. Meat is walking in the forest, hehe, I only saw walking corpses yesterday, and today I am eating meat again. It is very appropriate."

After saying that, he tore off another piece of meat to taste.The taste of walking meat is also light, without a trace of fishy smell, and the meat is delicate, more like pasta.

Kui Shan nodded when he heard Qianqing say 'walking corpse', and said, "Let me tell you about the walking corpse."