The taste of the tea is very fragrant, except that it tastes better than the best tea she has drunk, there seems to be nothing abnormal, and the so-called conscience does not have such a feeling. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After drinking the bitter rain tea, she almost immediately fell into her own thoughts, struggling in the suffering of two lives, disheartened, and her heart turned to ashes.

But when I drank this tea, I didn't feel like this at all.

It's just ordinary good tea.

The old man of Tianji is just playing tricks!

The old man pointed to the table and said, "Have another drink." ”

Yan Qingrui said: "Aren't you going to put out the fire first?" Although the fire started from the window, the machine building was built of wood on this day. No matter how precious wood is, it is also wood, and it can easily burn if it falls into a fire.

The old man of Tianji said casually: "Is there a fire? Where is the fire that needs to be saved?"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

The old man waved his hand and said, "Let's drink tea and take a look!"

Yan Qingrui said, "It's okay!" She drank the cup in front of her, and the old man of Tianji also drank the remaining cup.

The old man of Tianji said to her: "Go ahead, the fire has been burning for a long time, and I have forgotten it!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

This old man is talking a little upside down.

She glanced at the corridor and was about to say something to the old man of Tianji, but when she turned around, the table was already empty, and the old man was gone.

The teapot and teacup are still there, and the person who was in front of him just now has disappeared.

Yan Qingrui was slightly taken aback and couldn't help but stand up.

By the pool, no, he saw a door, in the northwest corner, the blind corner of the perspective just now, at this moment, the door was hidden. Presumably, the old man of Tianji left from here?

Yan Qingrui walked over unconsciously and pushed the door open.

Outside the door is a path, paved with stone slabs and surrounded by grass, which is also elegant.

Yan Qingrui stepped out, and when she was halfway through, she took it back, why did she feel that something was wrong?

was about to turn around and return to the patio, but suddenly an extremely strong force slammed from behind her, Yan Qingrui secretly exclaimed in her heart, the old man of Tianji actually plotted against her?

She quickly leaned sideways and waved her palm accordingly.

However, that force was too strong, and with the power of whirlwind, Yan Qingrui's reaction was not unpleasant, however, under the force of that fierce whirlwind, her strength was completely mud cow into the sea, and as soon as she lost the opportunity, she was passive. Then, she was lifted out of the door by that force.

Yan Qingrui's heart sank, there must be something wrong with this trail, is there a big pit inside? Or is it something else?

The force was so strong that she couldn't land on the ground for a while, and her whole body was knocked away.

When Yan Qingrui lands on the ground, where is the trail? Where is the grass?

The sky is already dark, in front of him is a broken temple, there is a faint light in the broken temple, Yan Qingrui knows that there is something wrong, the broken temple and the lights must also be traps.

What made her frown even more was that she didn't know where she was now.

She had never been to this place before, and she had no impression of it.

In the night, as if something was guiding her towards the broken temple, Yan Qingrui didn't feel any danger around her, she still held the silver moon dagger in her hand and approached the broken temple.

Even if there is a trap in the broken temple, as long as she doesn't go in, the trap will not want her to be fooled.

Just as she was about to approach the ruined temple, a voice as thin as a gossamer said in her ear: "Life is life, death is death!"

These words are abrupt and unfounded, and I don't know what they mean.