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

With a flick of Qianqing's arm, she brushed away the spider webs from Lin Zichu's wrist.

Over the years, Amao has absorbed the rich aura of Zhengyang Xianzong. Although he hasn't grown much in size, the spiritual power of his mouthparts has increased surprisingly.Now, the spider silk spewed out from Ah Mao's mouth, with the same level of cultivation, monks except Qian Qing couldn't break free.

Even a monk with a cultivation level of Jindan or above must have corresponding means, and it takes a lot of effort to tear it apart.

After Qian Qing untied the Wanren spider thread for Lin Zichu, she calmly removed Lin Zichu's hand holding her wrist.Qian Qing said: "Look at Brother Lin's hesitant expression, but do you have something to say to me alone?"

Lin Zichu looked down, but didn't speak.

Qian Qing didn't urge her, she walked towards the bedroom in the East Wing, without saying anything, Lin Zichu automatically followed.

When the two reached the bedroom, Qianqing waved her right hand.

Then I saw a transparent diaphragm covering the surroundings of the bedroom.

Thinking of something again, Qian Qing grabbed Amao from his shoulder and put it in his palm.

The ferocious spider with black bristles looked back at Lin Zichu with great interest.However, when it was caught by Qianqing, she was immediately unhappy, waving its body in the palm of its master, twisting and struggling.

"Don't move," Qian Qing frowned and scolded.

Although Amao was reluctant, he only made two 'squeaks', lying on Qianqing's palm, looking angrily, and did not move.

Qianqing closed her palms gently, gradually tightening them.

When she spread it out again, there was a black dot on Qianqing's palm.In the center of the dot, there is a scratch of a Wanren spider in the shape of Amao.

"It's time to go," Qian Qing said, "There are only you and me left here, you can tell me anything you have to say."

"I……"

Lin Zichu opened his mouth, and stopped after saying a word.

Qian Qing waited for a while, but did not hear Lin Zichu's words.

This Lin Zichu has a gentle temperament and doesn't often talk to others.Only when facing Qianqing, the words were a little more straightforward, with more words.

Sometimes when I look at Qianqing, the desire to communicate clearly shows in my eyes, but if I really let him say it, he has nothing to say.

Qian Qing had a violent temper, a little impatient, said: "Since brother Lin has nothing to say to me, then I will rest first."

After finishing speaking, Qianqing took off her shoes and socks, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes.

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 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 full of 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 frightening way of death of that 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.