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

Lin Zichu's pupils suddenly tightened, and he curled up and quickly withdrew his fingers.

The moment his hand retracted, the slightly shiny Gang Mao dimmed again.

Qianqing paused for a moment, then suddenly stretched out her right hand to grasp Lin Zichu's wrist.His eyes became sharp, like the light of a knife out of its sheath.Qian Qing was originally lying on the bed, but at this moment her left leg had already dropped to the bottom of the bed, approaching Lin Zichu, her feet touched the ground lightly, her posture was tense.

"Lin Zichu," Qian Qing grasped the opponent firmly with her fingers like a steel bar, and said word by word: "Stretch your hand over here."

Lin Zichu was short of breath, he moved his right hand back and stood up.Probably because of a sense of panic, he was very powerful and dragged Qianqing up from the bed at once.

Qian Qing frowned and said nothing.

No matter how Lin Zichu moved his wrist, he still held his hand tightly.

"...Qianqing, what's wrong with you."

"It's nothing, I just want you to touch this rigid socket again."

Lin Zichu took a deep breath, calmed down, and said: "I am the body of the cold dragon lying on the snow, and this Gangmao is also of the attribute of cold wood. Probably because I felt a similar aura, that's why the mutation occurred."

"I know," Qianqing said softly, but her tone was as firm as holding Lin Zichu's hand, "You don't need to say too much...be careful, if you break it, I want you to look good."

After finishing speaking, he pulled forward vigorously, and brought Lin Zichu's hand close to the broken Gang Mao beside his pillow.

Qianqing is not very old, she looks tall and thin, but her arms are extremely strong.

Lin Zichu had an ugly expression, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and he was undergoing intense ideological struggle deep in his heart.

Seeing that his white fingers were about to touch the corners of Gang Mao, Lin Zichu exerted strength suddenly, turned his wrist, cut his left hand downwards, and drew his hand out.

Lin Zichu raised his voice and said, "It's getting late, I'm taking my leave."

Qianqing looked at Lin Zichu with complicated eyes and bowed to salute. When he turned his back to her, Qianqing narrowed her eyes and said softly, "A Mao."

An extremely thin, transparent spider thread shot out from Qianqing's shoulder, and shot straight at Lin Zichu's cuff.

Qianqing pulled the spider thread with her right hand, grabbed Lin Zichu's arm, and fixed it in place.

The spider silk of Wanren spider is flexible and can withstand strong pressure.At this time, the spider silk tied to Lin Zichu's hand was pulled by a huge force, pulling and rattling, showing taut fluorescence, but there was no trace of rupture.

"Qianqing..." After Lin Zichu sighed, his eyes were firm and he said: "If you insist on making things difficult, I will..."

"How about you?"

"I can't say, I have to resist with all my strength."

Qianqing laughed twice, and said: "Let me quickly see how capable the world-famous Master Lin Shao is."

After finishing speaking, Qianqing suddenly let go of the spider silk in her hand.

Lin Zichu rubbed his wrist which was almost dislocated by Juli.

Both of them took a step back at the same time.

The next moment, Qi Qi rushed forward.

A white light flashed in Qianqing's hand, and a huge silver sword appeared out of thin air.This sword is about four feet long and as thin as a palm. The front of the hilt is engraved with a crouching dragon pattern, majestic and majestic.

As soon as it appeared, the air pressure on the entire mountain of Wangqing Peak suddenly dropped, and the power of the dark world was attracted by the sword, creating an intoxicating aura.

Needless to ask, this sword must be the embryo of Taifu Queyan Immortal Sword.Only this kind of legendary fairy sword can win the fortune of heaven and earth, and exchange for the mysterious emblem of stars.

Lin Zichu turned his right hand downward, and transformed into a Hanshu Sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground.

Walking forward, the two swords collided, and an invisible air wave suddenly appeared, shaking the four fields.

A threatening chill spread from around Lin Zichu's eyes along his arms, outwards.Only the sound of the ice cubes freezing, and the buzzing of the Hanshu Sword in Lin Zichu's hand could be heard.

There was an unspeakable chill on this sword, the sharp edge of the sword made others tremble and their noses were sore when they heard it.

This sword brazenly confronted Taifu Queyan's sword embryo, and in a split second, the ice spread and froze onto Qianqing's sword.

Qianqing pushed the Hanshu sword away with her arm, and struck forward with her right hand, stabbing Lin Zichu's shoulder.

It turns out that although the Taifu Queyan Immortal Sword is at the top of the list of immortal swords, no one has seen it for tens of thousands of years.

In Kaiyuan Sword Sect, there is a monk surnamed Chen who loves fairy swords. After spending his whole life, he has spent his painstaking efforts and finally forged a refined iron sword embryo that can hold blood and dragon scales at the same time.

At this time, the sword embryo in Qianqing's hand was not a complete Taifu Quyan sword, so naturally it couldn't resist the chill of the cold dragon lying on the snowy body.

However, this sword is sharp and hard, even the Hanshu Sword is hard to match.

The fairy boy standing outside the hall also felt the amazing spiritual pressure inside the hall.

Xin Hua asked, "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

Shuang Ye shook her head: "What I hate the most, is being disturbed halfway. Without my order, I must never enter."

"It was fine just now, why did it start a fight, alas."

Shuang Ye said: "It must be that this Lin Zichu didn't know what to do and angered the young man."

Shen Hua didn't say a word, but she thought in her heart, the young grandpa is young and energetic, aggressive and aggressive, and in eight out of ten battles with Lin Zichu, it's the young grandpa's problem.

Such fierce fighting lasted only a few dozen breaths, and the noisy hall returned to calm.

Even though Shuangye and Shenhua could imagine the mess in the room, they dared not open the door to clean up the mess without asking anyone.

At this time, in Qianqing's palace, the table was overturned, the curtain was cut by the sword energy, the wine jar on the table was smashed to pieces, and the room was filled with a strong smell of wine.

Lin Zichu's hands were cut behind the waist by Qianqing, and they were tightly tied together with ten thousand ren spider silk.

But Qianqing won.

He moved a good round stool and placed it in front of Lin Zichu, not letting Lin Zichu sit on it, nor sitting on it himself, Qianqing just stepped on the round stool, put her elbows on her knees, and asked, "I insist on embarrassing you." You, what can you do, Lin Zichu?"

Lin Zichu lowered his head, a strand of messy black hair hanging down.

In terms of cultivation, Lin Zichu's cultivation is much higher than Qian Qing's.

It's just that the two of them were gesticulating casually in the room. First, they didn't use fairy magic, they only used swords to attack, and second, no one fought desperately. The result is all possible.

Qianqing was more determined to win, so he won.

When Lin Zi first heard Qian Qing's words, he smiled bitterly in his heart.

As early as when the two of Linjiazhuang met for the first time, Lin Zichu discovered that Qianqing was extremely repulsed by his title of 'the world-renowned young owner of the village'.Probably because of some bad memories from childhood, even now that Qian Qinggui is the son of the Immortal Lord, the next generation Lord of Wangwo Zun Clan, his hostility towards Lin Zichu cannot be easily erased.

From time to time, I have to take it out and stab Lin Zichu.

Lin Zichu knew that he should show weakness at this time, so he said: "Please let me go, little fairy master."

"Don't even think about it. You're hiding it," Qian Qing said, "What are you hiding from me?"

Lin Zichu said: "Even if there is something to hide, it is... personal difficulties, I dare not tell."

"Sorry, hehe," Qianqing sneered, "You'd better try to think of something that can impress me."

After saying that, Qian Qing pushed Lin Zichu onto her bed with a push of her right hand.

Lin Zichu was shocked and panicked.

But he soon knew Qianqing's intentions.

The gangue next to Qianqing's pillow is very fragile, and cannot bear the touch of Qianqing's body.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Zichu was pushed onto the bed, Qian Qing let go of the spider webs on his back, took his hand, and motioned him to touch Gangmao who was placed beside the pillow.

Lin Zichu paused, then opened his right hand dejectedly, and lightly touched the corner of Gang Mao with his fingertips.

This gangmao was originally a piece of mortal jade, although it is rare in the mortal world, it is actually nothing in the immortal family.

But under the care of Qianqing day and night, this gangmao absorbed the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth from Zhengyang Xianzong, and gradually developed a little spirituality.

Nothing else, but when he felt the master's breath, he had a strange reaction.

Before Lin Zichu took Gangmao back to Wangqing Peak through the crystal box, Qianqing didn't find anything yet.But now, Lin Zichu's hand directly touched Gangmao, and the sapphire that had been dead for more than ten years seemed to be resurrected, emitting a faint green light.

"You..." Qianqing gripped Lin Zichu's wrist even more forcefully, almost lifting him up.

Qian Qing asked: "What's going on here? Speaking of the cold wood attribute, sisters Mingshi and Mingfei also have somewhat of it, but they didn't respond. Why do they only shine when they meet you? Lin Zichu, talk."

Lin Zichu said: "I...don't know either."

"You said just now that you lied to me. Did you also lie to me?" Qian Qing asked angrily. He pressed the unresisting Lin Zichu under him, grabbed the other party's collar with his hands, The panting became heavier.

Lin Zichu's upper body was dragged away from the bed. Seeing that Qianqing was very angry, he raised his hand to stroke his back: "No, no. I... well, maybe it's the owner of this gangue and me... There is a blood relationship, and I have never known it."

"Didn't you say that you don't know who this Gang Mao belongs to?" When he said this sentence, his tone was already a little harsh.Qian Qing said: "Shuzhen Dan, Tushihe, Zombie Ganoderma, I have these things, each of which can make you tell the truth. Don't you think I really can't know, what exactly are you hiding from me?"

Lin Zi began to tremble even when he breathed, he had turned his face away, but now he suddenly raised his head and looked into Qian Qing's eyes.

If Qianqing had been more sensitive to his eyes, she should have discovered ten years ago that the owner of Gangmao she had been looking for was Lin Zichu.

Otherwise, no one should look at him like this, and shouldn't look at him with such unreasonable and affectionate eyes.

However, Qian Qing didn't discover the identity of that person, he even wrapped one hand around Lin Zichu's neck.

If it was the former Lin Zichu, he would never be willing to deceive Qianqing like this, and he must have told him the whole thing long ago.

But when he thought of... the lost... Lin Zichu's heart sank, his throat choked up, and he couldn't speak anymore.

Qianqing's shoulders were trembling, he said: "You said, the master of Gangmao is related to you by blood?"

When Lin Zichu breathed out, at some point, it became like ice fog.

He withdrew the hand behind Qianqing, held Qianqing's around his neck, and said softly: "Let go...Qianqing let go...I'm a little..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zichu suddenly coughed.

Coughing was not like an ordinary person, there were pieces of thin and cold shattered ice, coughing up from his internal organs.

Qianqing let go of her hand in astonishment.

Hearing Lin Zichu coughing intermittently:

"My... silver needle, silver needle... Ah Qing."