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

After finishing speaking, Lin Zichu took the branch with fish on it from the campfire and handed it to Qianqing.

Qian Qing said: "Brother's words will break the hearts of many women in the world. It's really cruel, but I'm not afraid."

Lin Zichu nodded and said: "You and I hit it off right away, we hit it off very much, it's only natural."

"Did you hit it off right away?" Qian Qing laughed twice, thinking that might not be the case.He didn't continue, but reached out and put the fish to his lips, and took a bite.

I just feel that the fish meat is tender and sweet, and the fish skin is grilled crispy and oily, leaving a mouthful of fragrance when chewing.

Qianqing swallowed the fish in several mouthfuls and threw the branch.He looked back at Lin Zichu's tent, looked at it carefully, and then moved to Lin Zichu's side.Qianqing's body was almost clinging to the opponent's, so close, Qianqing realized that Lin Zichu's skin was still cold even though she was so close to the campfire.

He reached out to touch Lin Zichu's thigh, but Lin Zichu turned sideways and asked, "What are you doing?"

Qian Qing said: "Your legs are so cold, I'll keep you warm."

"No need."

"What, are you still shy?"

Lin Zichu said seriously: "It's not that I'm shy, I'm used to it, there's no need to make you cold too."

Qianqing suddenly felt sad, and he asked: "You are always so cold and coughing like this, isn't it uncomfortable? Then what kind of cold dragon lying on the snow body, can you not have it?"

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?"

This question was extremely sudden, before Qian Qing could react, she replied in a daze: "I don't know, it's about Yin's time."

Then he asked in surprise, "Brother, are you still asleep?"

Lin Zichu pretended to be unknown, he put on a crescent-colored robe and shoes, and said, "Then it's about time to get up."

"What? It's still early."

"No, I... go out and have a look."

Under Qianqing's astonished gaze, Lin Zichu walked out without looking back.He couldn't help but recall the scorching body temperature of the young man when Qianqing approached just now.

The two were so close at that time, if Qianqing breathed, the breath of the other party would naturally spray on her neck.The urgency of the arrow on the string, even though there is no direct physical contact, just thinking of Qian Qing approaching makes Lin Zichu feel restless.

Then why did Qianqing suddenly... suddenly get so close in the middle of the night?

Lin Zichu took two quick breaths, and raised his right hand involuntarily, wanting to touch his neck.

But before she put her hand on it, she heard Qianqing shouting behind her: "Brother, wait, I want to go out to get some air."

Lin Zichu put down his right hand and looked back at Qianqing with complicated eyes.

The closer you are to the Optimus Pillar, the more monks gather.A place with a lot of people is lively, and there are more monks, it is even more lively.

In the first few days, Qianqing was still in the mood to chat with the groom driving the carriage, but later on, she hardly spoke, only opened the curtain, and happily looked outside at the monks who were driving with them.

Seeing the monk take out a large number of round, emerald green spirit stones with vivid halos from the small kit, the young man felt really interesting.

Qianqing thought, this emerald green spirit stone is similar in color to the Gangmao hanging on Lin Zichu's waist.

I really want to see the difference between the Gangmao that Lin Zichu hangs and this spirit stone.

However, it can only be thought about.According to the customs of Zhengwuzhou, once a man wears the Gang Mao, it is indistinguishable from life, and even relatives and friends will not ask about it, let alone touch it casually, so as not to anger the other party.

The chariots and horses traveled forward for six or seven days, and they were only about half the distance from the Optimus Pillar.

The sun was scorching at noon that day, and a group of people parked their carriage on the side of the road to avoid the scorching sun, and walked into the inn in a mighty manner.

The inn was deserted, there were few guests, and the lobby had poor lighting.Even at noon, the old restaurant was still dark.

A foundation-building cultivator pumped up his energy and shouted loudly like thunder: "I want the best private seat, the lobby is all booked. Xiaoer, come quickly and pour tea."

After calling for a long time, no one came.

After shouting a few more times, a white-haired old woman walked down the second floor tremblingly, she kept chewing and said vaguely: "I can hear someone's voice, but it's not so real. It turned out that someone really came to the door. Do you want some tea? Very good, very good."