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

"Young master."

Shuangye and Xinhua showed joy, and they knelt down and saluted together.

Qian Qing slightly raised her hand and said: "You two go down, there is no need to entertain here."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the hem of his clothes and sat beside Lin Zichu.

In front of him, a wine glass with white water vapor flashed in the sky. The wine in the glass was green and clear in color.Qianqing smiled and raised the wine glass, put it to her lips and shook it.A refreshing fruity sour aroma, mixed with a mellow wine smell, floated in Qianqing's nose.He closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, and unpreparedly drank the fruit wine in the glass.

At first, the wine tasted bitter and made people frown, but the wine was contained in the mouth, and after feeling the temperature of the monk, the bitter shell quickly faded away and became sweet, honey-scented and memorable.

"Huh?" Qianqing swallowed the wine in the glass with a 'Gudong', and wondered: "What kind of wine is this? I haven't drunk it yet."

With a flick of his right hand, Lin Zichu turned into a small round wine jar. Without saying a word, he quietly filled a glass for Qianqing. After a while, he said: "... There is a kind of fruit tree that grows in the second stage of Optimus Prime On the mountain wall. Inside the mountain wall, there is a marsh mosquito king, and outside the mountain wall, there are fierce kites. It is difficult for monks to approach, so this kind of fruit tree is named 'not to be near', which means not to approach."

Qianqing gave a low 'oh', "Don't give me this kind of fruit tree, which grows in the miasma all the year round and rarely has sunlight." Lin Zichu said: "However, this kind of tree is actually the most sun-loving... The temperature should not be applied to the bare tree trunk, and the fruit will grow immediately. The berries burst open and flow on the tree trunk, as if every minute and every inch should experience the feeling of the sun shining."

Qianqing nodded and said, "It's the first time I've heard of it."

"I also listened to what my master said." Lin Zichu poured a glass of wine himself, put it in front of him, but did not drink it, and said softly, "The first time I heard about this kind of fruit tree, I was thinking...it must be Use it to make wine, and then drink it every day to remind yourself."

"remind?"

"Yes," Lin Zichu held the wine glass and looked at the green liquid in the glass with a complicated expression. He hesitated for a moment, looked up at Qian Qing, and said, "Remind yourself, 'Don't get close'."

"It's weird, what are you talking about." Qianqing said with a smile: "So you brewed this wine yourself, no wonder I haven't tasted it before. Well, the taste of the wine is not first-class, but it is better after it is in your mouth. , has two tastes of bitter and sweet, quite interesting.”

Lin Zichu said: "The body temperature of Queyan Erhe is the same as that of the scorching sun. Qianqing, you have the fairy beast Queyan hidden in your dantian. Drinking this wine will arouse the instinct of the 'not to be close' fruit to the sun, so you can taste the sweetness. .”

Qian Qing frowned, thinking, could it be that Lin Zichu would only taste bitterness if she drank it instead?I couldn't help asking.

Lin Zichu nodded, and said: "Although this wine is difficult to swallow, but the concentration is extremely high, be careful not to get drunk."

"Really, but I don't know what effect this kind of wine that tastes like eating fruit can do." Qianqing smiled and showed her white teeth: "Linfu Zichu is famous all over the world, why don't you make a bet with me?"

Lin Zichu was startled, cupped his hands and said, "Don't dare, but I don't know what bet Qian Qing wants to bet?"

"Bet me to drink a few glasses of your wine before I can get drunk."

When Linzi saw Qianqing's bright eyes for the first time, he was eager to try, and couldn't bear to ignore him, so he took advantage of the situation and asked, "What is Qianqing betting on?"

"I bet I'll get drunk after drinking this jar." Qian Qing asked, "What about you?"

Lin Zichu raised his wine glass and said, "Ten glasses."

Qian Qing smiled and said, "You look down on me so much, you lose your underwear."

Lin Zichu smiled and asked: "Since that's the case, what are we betting on?"

"The lottery head..." Qianqing thought for a while, groped in Qiankun's sleeve, and took out a key.

The key looks ordinary, but quietly placed in Qianqing's hands, there is a sense of calmness and vicissitudes of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, which makes people dare not underestimate it at first sight.

"This is the key to the Immortal Sword Tower," Qian Qing said, "With my blood, the Immortal Sword Tower can be opened, and the sword embryo of the 'Taifu Queyan' immortal sword can be taken out. Then this sword will be a lottery, and it will not disgrace the young master identity?"

Lin Zichu's complexion changed, he got up abruptly, cupped his hands and said: "You mustn't do it, little fairy master, Taifu's flame sword is extremely precious, how can it be used for gambling?"

Qian Qing said: "Since I won't lose, what's the difference between gambling with a fairy sword or weeds on the side of the road? What I bet on is my business, young master, you just need to take care of it, what do you use?" Just make a lottery, that's all."

"..." Lin Zichu lowered his head and shook his head, sighed: "Then I have to gamble with my wealth and life, so as not to humiliate Qian Qing's identity."

Qianqing laughed loudly, slammed the key on the table, and said, "You are such a fun guy. Come on, let me show you what it means to be like a river."

I do not know how long it has been.

Qianqing raised her heavy eyelids, and moved her right hand forward, trying to touch the wine glass in front of her.

This was the last glass of a jar of wine, even though his arms seemed out of control, Qianqing still stretched her neck hard and touched the edge of the wine glass with her lips.

But before his lips touched, he lay down on the table, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"Qianqing?" Lin Zichu, who was full of bitterness and drank a few cups, had a splitting headache. He heard a 'dong', turned around and saw Qianqing lying on the table, and asked, "Are you asleep?"

no answer.

"Don't be here," Lin Zichu said, "I... will carry you to the bed, okay?"

It was Chiharu's steady breathing that answered him.

Lin Zichu said softly, "I take it as your consent."

At that moment, Lin Zichu's eyes were extremely clear.But soon it became hazy again.He staggered to Qianqing's side, supported Qianqing's arm, and after a lot of effort, finally put Qianqing on the bed.

Because he was too tired, Lin Zichu also knelt on Qianqing's bed, using the bed to support his head.

Qianqing's face was right in front of her eyes.

Lin Zichu carefully stared at this man's handsome face.

How long... How long has it been since I saw this person asleep?

"Aqing."

Lin Zichu's eye sockets suddenly felt hot, he quickly withdrew his hand and pressed his eyes with his palm.

"Ah Qing." Lin Zichu lowered his voice very low, and murmured: "What if you don't get close? Once you feel the warmth of the sun...how can you resist not getting close? That's my instinct... ..."

He couldn't help raising his hand, and with his fingers, he gently pulled up the broken hair around Qianqing's ear.

"How to do how to do……"

His fingers brushed across Qianqing's skin very lightly, and then fell down on the pillow, drowsy.

Even Lin Zichu didn't notice that the scorched black Gangmao hidden by Qianqing's pillow was faintly flickering with turquoise light.

The big black-haired spider lying on Qianqing's shoulder seemed to feel something.It took turns on eight legs and crawled to Qianqing's pillow. After looking at it for a while, it trotted and jumped onto the owner's head, and grabbed Qianqing's hair forcefully.

"And...the last cup..." Qian Qing frowned, raised her right hand, and struggled: "...you must... drink it!"

Amao jumped on Qianqing's shoulder, bouncing up and down, squeaking.

The voice was so loud that even Lin Zichu sat up while holding his forehead.

Qianqing opened her eyes in the dizzy feeling of vomiting, and after a while, she grabbed the fluttering Amao and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

He propped himself up on his elbows, and suddenly saw something, Qian Qing seemed to be frozen, her originally squinted eyes slowly widened.

As if sensing Qianqing's strangeness, Lin Zichu raised his head.

Then I saw Qianqing looking at the direction of her finger.

Lin Zichu took advantage of the situation to look, and it turned out that his fingertips happened to touch the broken shank, and a faint light shone faintly on the shank.

Qianqing was no longer drunk.

His eyes were frighteningly black, fixedly looking at Lin Zichu, Qian Qing asked softly:

"...What did you do to my Gang Mao?"