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Hang Hehuan cleared his mind, thinking about how to speak.Bie Aiyuan who was sitting opposite her had already made tea, and pushed a cup in front of her.

"Try it, this is the best Bizhu tea on Jingxu Mountain. Your Uncle Shang specially brought it here, but there is only a little of it every year. I have a cup here, and your master should also have a cup, but I think your master doesn't like to drink..."

Hang Hehuan carefully picked up the teacup and stared at the clear yellow-green tea in the cup, which looked pretty good—then why wouldn't his master like to drink it?Does the tea taste unusual?Hang Hehuan was puzzled, so she simply took a sip of the tea, but as soon as she drank the tea, her whole face turned green: Fuck the taste, don't say that her master doesn't like it, even a normal person wouldn't drink it, okay? ! !Not only is it bitter, but it also has a layered sense of bitterness, light bitterness mixed with strong bitterness, and a thick layer of astringency in the middle... Even if this kind of thing is only produced a little bit every year, it is enough to destroy the world! !

Hang Hehuan frowned, the tea in her mouth was still bitter, but Bie Aiyuan sitting in front of her was looking at her.Not to vomit, not to drink—no, she absolutely cannot drink such a thing! !

Here Hang Hehuan is suffering terribly, but Bie Aiyuan is not interested in watching it.After waiting for a while, as if she had seen enough, Bie Aiyuan just pulled a quilt and pushed it in front of her.As soon as Hang Hehuan took the cup, he quickly vomited, but the bitter taste in his mouth couldn't go away. He just wanted to rinse his mouth with some water, but now the only thing that can drink in this room is the one on this table. The pot of tea is ready.

Hang Hehuan is insensitive to the absolute gratitude of that tea, so he can only bear it now.

But Bie Aiyuan seemed to be drinking clear water and sweet spring. After drinking a cup, he refilled himself a cup and said with a smile, "You really look very similar to your master... The expression on your master's face when he drank this tea for the first time was not the same... You look exactly the same today."

Hang Hehuan complained silently: No, no, this has nothing to do with whether you are a master or not, as long as you are a normal person, you will do this, and if you are not worried about your identity, I just sprayed it out, okay?

Bie Aiyuan didn't say anything after she finished speaking, the uncles here didn't speak, and even her little nephew could only be dumb.

After drinking five cups of green bamboo tea in a row, Bie Aiyuan finally stopped.

As a bystander, Hang Hehuan has only one thought: Don't love Yuan, absolutely not to mess with! !Just pour these five cups of extremely bitter Bizhu tea, the person who can drink it without changing his expression and still be happy is definitely a big boss, right?

Don't Aiyuan didn't care about Hang Hehuan's thoughts, after drinking tea, she rested her chin on her elbows and went in a daze.

After quite a while, Hang Hehuan's legs went numb when he was kneeling, but Bie Aiyuan still didn't notice it, as if he had just settled down.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, Hang Hehuan, who was kneeling, was so numb that she couldn't feel that she still had a pair of legs.Endured it and endured it, Hang Hehuan said in his heart: If this continues, my legs will be crippled today...

"Jingle - jingle -"

Hang Hehuan was about to speak, but was interrupted by a silver bell coming from nowhere.

At first it was only one or two sounds, but soon it seemed that countless silver bells were superimposed together, and the crispness became sharp, piercing Hang Hehuan's eardrums.

Hang Hehuan barely covered her ears, but the voice seemed to hit her soul directly, no matter how much she didn't want to hear it, the voice still swept towards her overwhelmingly.

Soon, Hang Hehuan felt dizzy.

But before he passed out completely, Hang Hehuan seemed in a daze to see a tall man in white clothes appearing in the house, and he also supported himself who was about to fall.

As soon as Hang Hehuan approached that person, he knew it was deserted.

But how could Leng Qingjue appear here?Did Ning Zhan tell her? ...

Still with doubts, Hang Hehuan was completely plunged into darkness.

And Hang Hehuan, who was already in a coma, obviously couldn't know that there was not only Leng Qingjue extra in the room, but also a uncle Shang who brought Bizhu tea.

Shang Qingchen shook the plain bamboo fan in his hand, looked at the master and apprentice hugging each other on the ground, shook his head, and smiled inexplicably.

Putting away the bamboo fan, he walked over to Bie Aiyuan who seemed to be still in a daze.

"I took your bell, it's so loud that my ears hurt."

There is spiritual power in these words, otherwise with the ringing of the bell, it is easy to not hear it.

But before Bie Aiyuan woke up, Leng Qingjue, who was holding Hang Hehuan, saw the more and more painful expression on the face of the person in his arms, and took a step forward to fix the silver bells with a wave of his sleeves.

The ringtone must have made not only Hang Hehuan's expression relieved a lot, but even Bie Aiyuan who seemed to have been in a sedation all of a sudden woke up.

Bie Aiyuan pressed her head, looking extremely tired, even her voice became hoarse, "You guys are here..."

Shang Qing and Chen slightly frowned, and said: "Brother, is your quiet way..."

Before Shang Qingchen finished speaking, Bie Aiyuan interrupted, "It's okay, it's just that I've been restless these days, I can just take a rest."

Leng Qingjue still had a cold face, straightened Hang Hehuan's legs, and gently massaged her fingers with spiritual power to relieve the pain.

Bie Aiyuan, who came back slowly, took a sip of the cold tea, and joked when she saw Leng Qingjue's movements: "Senior sister, you really care about this apprentice, no wonder my nephew keeps praising her!" You're fine..."

Leng Qingjue didn't respond, but just gave him a cold look.

Bie Aiyuan raised her hand, "Come on, it's my fault, senior sister, stop looking at me like that, it's scary."

Shang Qingchen sat down at the table, and shook his fan gracefully, "Isn't senior sister always like this, senior brother, you are still asking for trouble... Huh?", Shang Qingchen glanced at Hang Hehuan The tea on the original seat asked curiously, "Is this tea Bizhu tea?"

Don't Aiyuan still wanted to pour tea, but he picked up the pot but found it was empty, so he put it down and said, "Yes, it's the cup of green bamboo you gave me the year before last."

Shang Qing and Chen Fan's hand paused, and sighed, "I told you not to drink this Bizhu tea a long time ago, it's so bitter, how can you drink it? Someone brought it to you, why don't you drink Tangli?"

Don't Aiyuan ran out of drink, so he played with the cup in his hand, "The green bamboo tea was brought by you personally, and it's bitter enough, once you get used to it, it won't taste like drinking anything else."

Shang Qingchen, "..." Well, when the green bamboo tea first came out the year before last, he did bring it to them with the intention of teasing them.It's just that the rest of them just took a sip and then threw away the tea. Unexpectedly, Bie Aiyuan seemed to be addicted to it, and was still drinking the tea until now.

Leng Qingjue gently put Hang Hehuan aside, then turned around and sat on the seat where Hang Hehuan was originally sitting, and said, "How is she?"

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Unlock the second character [Shang Qingchen] who was stabbed to death by the protagonist~~