Green orange

Lu Qing had been following Lin Ji and talking non-stop, and Lin Ji let him follow, ignoring him, and just walked straight into the kitchen of a tavern.It can be seen that Lin Ji is already very familiar with the people in the tavern, and even said hello to the simple cooks over there.

"young married woman?"

Lu Qing didn't expect Lin Ji to come to this kind of place, so he made a sound in doubt, but was immediately stopped by Lin Ji with warning eyes.

"Stay honestly, or leave."

As Lin Ji spoke, he gracefully rolled up his long sleeves, exposing two thin and slender arms, which made Lu Qing's eyes go crazy.

Lin Ji didn't care about him, and came to a wine tank on his own, opened the lid familiarly, a strong and mellow wine smell wafted out, and Lu Qing, who had tasted the wine all the time, couldn't help being shocked.

Lu Qing clamored for a drink, but Lin Ji didn't refuse. He filled a bowl for him and watched him drink it in a big gulp silently. Then, as expected, he saw Lu Qing's distorted face.

"This wine...is so sour."

Lin Ji ignored him, and a generation of martial arts masters started to work alone like a cook, handling the wine, changing the taste, fermenting...all the affairs Lin Ji did in an orderly manner, with a serious expression as if he and he were the only ones left in the world. The vat of wine in front of him tasted weird.

Lu Qing was bored, and guarded Ling Ji and refused to leave, and finally went to get another bowl of wine to drink.Lu Qing took a small sip cautiously, tasted it carefully, only felt that the sour taste was not very strong, so he took another sip, and another sip...

When Lin Ji turned around after finishing his busy work, Lu Qing had already drunk almost half a tank of wine. Seeing Lu Qing's intoxicated expression, he actually smiled slowly.

"Everyone says that my Lin family's 'green orange wine' is sour... Lu Qing, you are probably the first person besides the Lin family to taste its true taste."

Just like Lin Ji who has always been crowned with the terrifying title of "Drinking Blood in the Underworld", Lu Qing often listened to the rumors about him casually before meeting him, thinking that he really got along like the story said in the story. It looks like swallowing the sour green orange whole, but I don't know that green orange also has its own unique beauty.

I don't know if it's because of the wine, or because Lin Ji called his name so seriously for the first time, or because of Lin Ji's rare warm smile, Lu Qing didn't hide the obsession in his eyes , and didn't want to cover it up, he lowered his head and pressed his lips on Ling Ji's lips. Before he could react, his dexterous tongue had already pried open his lips and hooked the dull and hesitant tongue.

"..."

Lin Ji's face darkened, and he kicked something on Lu Qing's hardened object, and walked away without hesitation.

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As far as Lin Ji knows, rumors have always been based on a long period of time.So regarding the rumor that "'Yellow Spring Drinking Blood'" Lin Ji and Lu Qing, a disciple of the Huashan School, have been negotiating peace for a long time", although Lu Qing has explained to him that it was a game set up by him, Lin Ji still can't figure it out. How it became known overnight.

But Lin Ji doesn't plan to continue thinking about this question now, his mind is completely occupied by a new clue.

It was an inexplicable notice.

The owner of one of the ten famous swords "Jingzhe" that has been missing for a long time was written on this notice in a majestic manner, saying that it belongs to the Tian family in the western suburbs.

However, this so-called "Tian family in the western suburbs" is not well-known, and no one has ever heard of it.What's more, the western suburbs are full of mountains and forests. Looking around, except for a few relatively large houses, the rest are all simple farmhouses.However, even in these larger courtyards, there is no one named Tian.

Lin Ji didn't like to meddle in other people's business, and he would never pay attention to this kind of thing, even if he happened to see it, he would look indifferent and indifferent.However, this sensational "notice" gave him a great shock, not because of the content written on it, but a simple pattern drawn on the corner, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Linge had been looking for the mark for a long time—the consistent pattern on the right arms of the executioners who slaughtered his family.