I won't show mercy to you

The matter of getting rid of evil spirits during the Hungry Ghost Festival can be regarded as one of the things Zhuo Yu regrets most in his life.

Zhuo Yu still remembers clearly that the monster is an old alcoholic who has been in the restaurant for 40 to [-] years. To put it bluntly, it is an evil spirit nourished by the wine vat in the cellar.

——A large lump of soft, sticky, dripping black smoke sticking to the side of the tank, not to mention whether it will harm people or not, just looking at it makes people's appetite churn along with it.

When Zhuo Yu entered the door with the sword and the junior brother from the sect, he saw the alcoholic drinking from the wine tank.

The drunkard was dumbfounded, and he didn't panic when he saw them coming in. He hiccupped loudly, and then continued to slowly bury his head back into the wine vat.

Zhuo Yu: "...set up the formation, get rid of it quickly."

The disciples who followed him that day were two little radish heads who were three or four years younger than him. They were just at the age when they were inexperienced but wanted to try everything they saw.

The master allowed them to go down the mountain just to increase their knowledge. Logically speaking, Zhuo Yu should take the lead in eliminating the evil spirits. In fact, it was just a matter of two or three swords for him.

——But the two disciples saw that the alcoholic didn't seem to be a big threat, so they chirped and begged if they could ask Zhuo Yu not to do anything yet, and let the two of them try to get rid of it by themselves today.

Zhuo Yu frowned, her first reaction was trouble.

"Brother Zhuo Yu is the best."

One of the disciples began to flatter with a sharp tongue, "Brother Zhuo Yu not only has beautiful swordsmanship, but also has the best heart on the mountain."

"..."

Zhuo Yu coughed lightly and said, "Quick battle."

Putting up the talismans was very simple. Zhuo Yu yawned as he watched them put them up, and he was only a short stab away before he could go home for dinner.

However, I don't know if the disciple was too nervous or something, he stabbed crookedly with his sword, and Xie Chong didn't touch it, but the wine jar beside him was turned upside down.

The drunkard was drinking well, but his hometown disappeared all of a sudden, so he was naturally furious, pulling his neck and howling to the sky.

Then the wine vats in the entire wine cellar were blown to pieces in an instant.

It was only then that Zhuo Yu discovered that there were fifty tanks of wine hidden in the wine cellar in this restaurant, and it turned out that each tank had exactly the same old drunkard.

In an instant, the cloudy air suddenly rose, and dozens of sticky things rushed towards the face, and the leader of the drunkard who was taken away from his hometown entangled the two disciples.

Thinking that there was a whole floor of unaware ordinary people outside, Zhuo Yu could only push the two of them out of the wine cellar desperately, and was going to lock the door, at least not to let this group of troubles get out.

The two children scratched at the door frame, crying with snot and tears, asking Brother Zhuo Yu what to do.

Zhuo Yu has never been good at comforting people, but he couldn't see others crying, so he finally softened his heart and said: "Senior Brother, I am so strong, how can I be afraid of these low-level evil spirits—you go and call Senior Sister to come over." Yes, I can take it."

Of course this is false.

How could it be possible to hold on, three or five can barely fight, Zhuo Yu can only grit his teeth to carry this big nest together, fortunately, even if the senior sister rushed to seal the wine cellar, she rescued Zhuo Yu in time The remaining half of my life.

Zhuo Yu's injury wasn't limited to her arm at that time, not to mention Xie Chong's almost invading body, she didn't even have a few good pieces of flesh on her body, and she didn't even get out of bed for more than a month.

Fortunately, at that time, the master went to visit the sect on the next mountain to get the specialty pickled sausage there, and Zhuo Yu was almost talking about it on the sick bed, so she begged her senior sister to keep it a secret.

"So how do you know about this?"

Zhuo Yu hesitated, "You—"

"After that Hungry Ghost Festival, you...you never came to me for a sword competition."

Tan Ting turned his head away, and said a little stiffly, "In addition to the fact that senior sister always went to collect herbs for nourishing blood and healing wounds, I can probably figure it out."

Only then did Zhuo Yu suddenly realize.

"Strange, though."

Zhuo Yu wondered, "Later, after recovering from my injury, I stole a bunch of master's magic weapons, and I was just about to go down the mountain to kill those evildoers—and guess what happened?"

Tan Ting silently shifted his gaze.

After a long while, he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"It's all gone."

Zhuo Yu couldn't help waving his mutilated right arm, and sighed, "According to the tavern keeper, it seems that an unknown young man sneaked into the tavern one day in the middle of the night, and took less than half an hour to kill the group of people. The evil spirits have been collected."

Tan Ting blinked quietly.

"It seems that I didn't even leave my name at the end. With this skill, I wonder if it's the chief disciple of another sect who has hidden merit and fame."

Zhuo Yu tsk-tsk, "You're a good man, it's just that I don't want to lose face..."

"—Brother Yoo!"

It so happened that Han Ziqian walked in leisurely holding a small mountain as high as a lunch box.

He saw Tan Ting sitting by the bed at a glance, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his face suddenly became colorful.

"Cheese Orleans chicken baked rice and calcium-enriched Wangzai milk!"

Han Ziqian, who seemed to be restless just a second ago, suddenly seemed in a hurry, babbled out words as if he was not panting, and at the same time quickly put the lunch box in Tan Ting's hand.

Tan Ting was at a loss: "...?"

"I suddenly remembered that Lao Zhou wanted me to repeat classical Chinese tomorrow."

In the next second, Han Ziqian flashed directly to the door of the infirmary, and waved beamingly, "Then I'll go first, brother Yu, see you again, classmate Tan Ting!!"

Tan Ting and Zhuo Yu watched blankly as the door of the school doctor's room closed slowly.

"I can't."

Zhuo Yu was puzzled, "I remember that he copied the entire article on the desk before writing silently the day before yesterday. Cheating has already reached this level, so why do you need to repeat silently?"

Tan Ting didn't understand either, just shook his head, and then slowly lifted the lid of the box in his hand.

The two looked at the strange white sticky substance poured on the steaming hot rice in the box, and fell silent tacitly at the same time. After a while, they looked up hesitantly and met each other's eyes.

"What is this?"

Zhuo Yu asked vigilantly, "Why is it so sticky and weird?"

Tan Ting tried hard to think back.

"Student Han Ziqian just said that this dish is called cheese chicken baked rice."

Tan Ting first lowered his head and sniffed carefully, then said half-understanding, "There is already chicken and rice here, I guess this should be the thing called cheese."

Zhuo Yu was excited: "It smells good, hurry up and mix it up."

Tan Ting nodded, took out the spoon, sat on the edge of the bed and mixed the rice earnestly.

Tan Ting was very attentive when he was doing anything. He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, but he was very focused on the work in hand, and he didn't intend to continue talking to Zhuo Yu.

Zhuo Yu was very bored, so he held his chin and stared at him.

Looking pretty good now.

Zhuo Yu groaned and thought, when he entered the door just now, he questioned him ferociously, making it obvious that I was the one with the broken arm, but I felt guilty.

Still... pretty cute.Zhuo Yu secretly thought again, her face is also soft, very easy to pinch....

Tan Ting was halfway mixing the rice, then raised his eyes, and took a peek at Zhuo Yu's right arm.

He seemed to be taken aback for a while.I buried my head in mixing for a while, until every grain of rice was evenly coated with that thing called cheese, then I dug up a large spoon full of rice, raised my hand, and handed it to Zhuo Yu's mouth.

"Since your hands are inconvenient."

Tan Ting turned his face away, and whispered with reddish ears, "This rice is too sticky to dig out, today I...I'll feed you first."

Zhuo Yu: "!!!"

Zhuo Yu only felt that her unbelievable heart was beating extremely fast again, and the sound of the drum thud thud thump rang again deafeningly in her chest.

So Zhuo Yu's face also turned red.

He didn't even dare to look at Tan Ting's face, he just said thank you in a rough voice.

Such thoughtfulness, such delicate thoughts.

Zhuo Yu was a little dazed for a while, how happy that girl who can be loved and cared by Tan Ting must be...

Zhuo Yu forced herself not to think about it anymore, looked sourly at the weird mouthful of rice in the spoon, paused, but still didn't dare to swallow it all, but carefully bit half of it.

Then Zhuo Yu paused for two seconds, and began to lean back slowly with some hesitation.

Under Tan Ting's stunned gaze, Zhuo Yu took the small mouthful of rice, and pulled out a slender and soft shredded cheese that was almost half a meter long.

"help me….."

Zhuo Yu was dumbfounded, he said vaguely with his mouth in his mouth, "This thing called cheese is extremely weird, I, I can't stop chewing on it..."

Tan Ting was also in a hurry, and pulled the spoon to try to tear off the cheese string, but it turned out to be longer and longer and kept looking at it, and it seemed that it was about to be pulled to the end of the bed.

"Pull continuously..."

Zhuo Yu started waving that good arm and commanded blindly, "Another way, bite it off, bite it off..."

In a hurry, Tan Ting's brain couldn't keep up, and he believed Zhuo Yu's nonsense for a while.

He took the remaining half of the rice in the spoon, and bit by bit the shredded cheese into his mouth. After a pause, he began to approach Zhuo Yu slowly.

The two sat facing each other like this, with a stubborn shredded cheese attached to their mouths, getting closer and closer, their noses almost touching each other.

Zhuo Yu's breathing almost stopped.

What's more terrible is that Tan Ting seemed to raise his eyes and looked at himself timidly in the middle, maybe looking at the distance, and then Zhuo Yu watched him lower his slender eyelashes and moved closer.

too close.

Zhuo Yu's hands are getting cold, is it... Maybe his mouth is about to touch.

He was thinking about whether he should close his eyes, but it seemed strange to close them, but if he didn't close them, it would be even more strange if he stared at him like this...

"Don't move." Tan Ting said vaguely.

Zhuo Yu responded stiffly.

The smell of pears lingered in the nostrils, and the boy's exquisite eyebrows were close at hand. Zhuo Yu looked at Tan Ting and frowned slightly biting the annoying shredded cheese. stick...

After a second, the tenacious cheese wire finally broke.

Tan Ting straightened up abruptly.

The two of them stared blankly, and sat and chewed in silence for a while.

"It's delicious." Tan Ting said softly, "It smells like milk."

Zhuo Yu seemed to froze for a moment.

"Well, it's delicious." He blushed for a while and said.