If you can't die, you count me as loser!

It's night, in the hotel.

"Okay, young master, remember to take your medicine. This time, you picked a little less." Wan Ge was dressed in casual clothes, carrying a silver box in her hand, and concentrated on handling the black syringe on the ground.

"Hmm." Chu Pinglan lazily lay on the head of the bed, as if he had no bones, his exquisite face was too pale, and his exhaustion made him even forget about daily singing.

Wan Ge seemed very satisfied with Chu Pinglan's rare cooperation tonight, and jumped onto the window sill with the silver box in hand, "Master has guests, so don't disturb Wan Ge, there is one last time tomorrow, remember to take your medicine in time."

Her figure disappeared on the window sill following the voice, leaving behind the slightly shaking curtains to prove that she had been here.

"If Bi Fang died, he must have been smoked to death." A cold voice sounded from the door.

Chu Pinglan looked at Gu Qinghan leaning on the door with folded arms, and understood why Wan Ge left in such a hurry, and said with a smile, "Don't frame me, I'm a clean freak, okay?"

"The whole room smells of murderous souls, you must have misunderstood the definition of cleanliness." Gu Qinghan glanced at the window sill, and guessed that it was the Chu family who came again.

"I went back early." Chu Pinglan straightened up, took off his pajamas without any hesitation, and changed into his normal clothes. The voice came through the clothes, "Is it waiting for you to collect them here?"

Gu Qinghan turned her face away lightly, "They are not qualified yet."

After changing her clothes, Chu Pinglan got off the bed, her feet softened, and she sat down on the ground, her long legs trembling uncontrollably, she looked at Gu Qinghan innocently, "Lan Yan is a disaster, look at me being squeezed by you!" Do it."

"..." Gu Qinghan looked at the impulsive brat speechlessly, opened the refrigerator door, took a bottle of Chu Pinglan's medicine, and threw it to him, "Let's go."

Chu Pinglan reached out to catch it steadily, and said, "Wait until I finish drinking it", then uncorked the bottle and gulped down the medicine.

Gu Qinghan could smell the disgusting smell of the medicine across half the room, glanced at Chu Pinglan's neck that had lost a lot of weight recently and became more obvious, raised his eyebrows, jumped away from the window sill, and left a sentence, "If you don't come by yourself, don't say I left you."

"..." Chu Pinglan looked at the empty room, snorted, as if he had guessed it long ago, and went out unhurriedly to press the elevator.

No way, I can't parkour.

...

When he got out of the elevator, he saw Gu Qinghan standing against the wall, Chu Pinglan competently turned into a little tail following him.

Qinglong is not a fool, he will not wait for the two to catch him, although he brought Chu Pinglan with him, but Gu Qinghan still easily shuttled between the roofs, but he ran all over the roofs of Xiyuan, but did not find Qinglong's aura.

"Go down." Gu Qinghan scanned the garden under his feet, didn't know what he saw, and said his decision mercilessly.

Chu Pinglan looked at him pitifully.

Gu Qinghan knew what was wrong with him without looking back, he seemed to have been prepared, and threw him a magic weapon like a mask, "Count it into my extra expenses."

The garden in late spring is full of flowers, and there are fallen flowers at the feet. I think the gardener hasn't come back for two weeks.

Gu Qinghan walked in front, walking quickly and slowly, Chu Pinglan followed behind him wearing a mask.

Although it has not been pruned for two weeks, the layers of the garden are still distinct. Plants from low to tall plants are planted in sequence.

Before the mask couldn't stop the pollen, Gu Qinghan finally stopped at the side of a clump of Ziying that was half the height of a person, with a straight sword, he nimbly avoided the mechanism in the clump of Ziying, and separated the clump of Ziying by a gap.

"This is... the statue of that person from yesterday?" Chu Pinglan's eyes were very sharp, and he could "see" through the life-sized statue at a glance, "The inside is hollow."

"Who would use golden nanmu to carve a life-sized statue and put it in a place like this?" Chu Pinglan opened his eyes, "seeing" was already very laborious, especially since he just met Wan Ge, although he drank the medicine, It's still a pain in the ass to look at.

"What is golden nanmu generally used for?" Gu Qinghan said in a statement.

"Aren't you the clearest? Of course it's...the coffin." Chu Pinglan's voice gradually became weaker, looking at the full-length coffin taller than him in front of him, the carvings on it were lifelike, and there was a chill behind him.

Gu Qinghan turned with his long sword, wanting to open the coffin, Chu Pinglan held down his wrist, and shook his head, "This kind of thing must have a mechanism, if you open it head-on, aren't you looking for death, I'll just 'look'."

"No need." Looking sideways, Gu Qinghan did not miss Chu Pinglan's undisguised fatigue.

Chu Pinglan had already closed his eyes.

Gu Qinghan didn't understand his way of life, so it's not easy to interrupt him. After a long while, Chu Pinglan suddenly opened his eyes and rubbed his temples, "There's nothing in it, only an antiseptic pearl left."

"The mechanism is very delicate. It's a waste of time if you don't open it." Chu Pinglan recalled the mechanism he saw just now. Without some cultivation and skills, he really couldn't make it. It seems that the "human" he made still has two brushes. .

I just don't know if it's an enemy or a friend.

Gu Qinghan pushed aside the Ziying clump, did not cut it off, but led Chu Pinglan around the roots of the clumps of Ziying and walked into the depths of the Ziying clump.

"It's strange to say that such an ordinary flower as Ziying will be planted around the coffin of the owner." Chu Pinglan curiously wanted to pick one.

Gu Qinghan grabbed his paw back, looked at him appreciatively, "It is recorded in the "Wan Xiu Jing", Ziying is the companion flower of the sighing flower."

"What fairy tales are you talking about?" Chu Pinglan smiled, followed the direction where Gu Qinghan stopped, and blinked.

In the hexagonal pavilion in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, a glass cover with sharp edges and corners is placed on the jade table. Inside is a blood-red plant. The tender and full buds are basking in the moonlight with their heads up, making people wonder how she looks when it blooms.

This hexagonal pavilion is in the middle of the courtyard, and Chu Pinglan has seen it many times during his night visits, but every time he meets him, the desire to go and see that has just sprouted will be dismissed for unknown reasons.

"Dragon's breath." Chu Pinglan quickly understood how he was hypnotized.

"En." Gu Qinghan responded, and said, "Sighing flowers bloom on the night of the red moon. When the flowers bloom, they will spit out the soul that was eaten by the last flower bloom, and swallow the current owner's soul instead."

"On the night of the red moon, if the legend is true, once every 200 years?" Chu Pinglan asked.

"Well," Gu Qinghan observed the traps around, and his long sword accurately cracked along the way, "The genealogy records in Nanyuan, when that person died, it was this sighing flower that bloomed for the first time."

"He has been dead for more than 100 years." Chu Pinglan recalled the year under the portrait in Nanyuan that day, and said, "No, it will be 200 years this year."

Gu Qinghan nodded, "This person is also lucky, to be favored by Qinglong to do this for him."

Chu Pinglan was not surprised that Qinglong was the hero in the script, but, "Then why is Qinglong back?"

"Hey flowers." Gu Qinghan had already arrived in the pavilion unknowingly, and when he heard the words, he turned his head and glanced at him, "Is the story I just told for nothing?"

"It's really... great." Chu Pinglan always felt that something was wrong.

Gu Qinghan checked the organ once, confirmed it was safe, picked up the glass flower cage, and stuffed it to Chu Pinglan.

The first time she received the flowers sent by Gu Qinghan, Chu Pinglan's eyebrows were full of flying colors, "Know how to send flowers? Where did you learn it? Although it's a bit dirty, I like all the ones you send."

Ten minutes later, Gu Qinghan flew back to his room with Chu Pinglan in his arms, and took the flowers away, "Thank you."

"?" Chu Pinglan held the glass flower cage and hid on the bedside, not letting go.

"Thank you for holding it for me." Gu Qinghan looked at the flower that noticed Chu Pinglan's breath rubbing against the glass wall of the flower cage, and frowned, "Now, give it to me."

...

In the end Chu Pinglan still had to succumb to Gu Qinghan's "excessive power", sitting there staring at Gu Qinghan's movement of holding the lace and looking at the indoor feng shui while looking for a place to put it.

"Didn't you just hold it for me, why not put it in my room." Chu Pinglan pursed her lips, and the unilateral dimple on her right cheek came out.

Gu Qinghan turned his head and looked at Chu Pinglan who was rarely angry like his peers, his thin lips curled up imperceptibly, and then he turned his head and continued to place the pot of flowers, and said lightly, "Qinglong will come to you."

"So sure? Why does it have to be me? If there are flowers, wouldn't it be the same for you?" Chu Pinglan looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Gu Qinghan put away the flowers, set up the mechanism, took out the handkerchief to clean his hands, and didn't lift his head, "The way he looked at you that day was the way he looked at his lover."

"I don't know him well, don't be jealous." Chu Pinglan flirted back reflexively.

"..." Gu Qinghan looked at him wordlessly.

After a long while, Chu Pinglan suddenly raised his head suspiciously, and then with a frightened expression on his face, he crawled from the head of the bed to the edge of the bed, propped up his upper body and approached Gu Qinghan, "How do you know? Could it be that you have?"

After thinking about it, Chu Pinglan thought of Qinglong and Jin Mingchi’s master’s younger brother. The younger brother has been dead for more than 100 years. After Qinglong was released, the first thing he did was to come back to plant flowers, and live on his younger brother’s body instead of him. flower.

But if he remembered correctly, the younger brother, that is, the heroine whose script was forced to be changed to a heroine, must be a straight man, so the plot in the script was written as something he couldn't love.

Thinking about it this way, Chu Pinglan returned to the question before going out, he didn't even know if Gu Qinghan was a straight man or something, what if he really had a love affair or something.This person is 27 years old, so it seems not surprising.

Gu Qinghan originally wanted to tease, "Yes, isn't it you?", but seeing Chu Pinglan's rare expression of frightening himself, he leaned closer to him, and said lightly, " you guess?"

Unexpectedly, Chu Pinglan really had an expression of thinking about the important affairs of the country, and the old monk sat on the bed as if in meditation.

"..." The vicious lord who threw a rock at his own foot was speechless, sat down beside Chu Pinglan, and casually twirled the jade fragments to test the mechanism that he had just set up, "Have you read the script carefully, and what is the last name of your character?"

"Yun." The actor of Chu, who was questioned about his professionalism, replied reflexively, then blinked and realized, "Yun! You mean that guy is me...Dad?"

"That's right." The broken jade in Gu Qinghan's hand hit the mechanism next to the flower, and the mechanism popped up silently, simulating the process of capturing the green dragon.

"Two hundred years old?" Chu Pinglan didn't forget that his father was as beautiful as he was in the prosperous age, otherwise Mrs. Xiang would not have been recruited.

Gu Qinghan looked at him sideways, paused for a while, and then said, "It is said that as long as the next generation of descendants with poor blood is not born, aging will not begin."

"...That's it." Chu Pinglan understood, and there was another reason to explain why his father hated him so much.

Gu Qinghan thought he was sad and observed him carefully.

As a result, Chu Pinglan was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "It's so pitiful to like a straight man."

"..." So, how is this guy's brain circuit constructed?

"Yeah." Gu Qinghan hid the faint smile in his eyes, and said with a serious and cold face, "You are not the same as him."

"Impossible," Chu Pinglan leaned his head closer, as if to study him, "How do you think it's so basic, you probably don't like women?"

Well, he doubts whether Gu Qinghan likes people, let alone women.

Chu Pinglan asked earnestly, knocking sideways, straight to the point, exhausted all means, and finally Gu Qinghan got up and went back to the room to sleep, still thinking about it.

"Remember to reimburse me for my extra expenses." Before closing the door, Gu Qinghan reminded him of the anti-virus magic weapon consumed today.

Chu Pinglan blinked and pointed, "If you give more, can you pay more?"

"You can't afford it." Gu Qinghan closed the door and locked it from the inside, blocking people back to sleep.

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ovo thanks to the mines of insects and insects x1~