Why did her hands turn so white after she slept?! The hand is like this, but what about her face? Isn't it also - white?

Luo Qingyu felt like a kitten was scratching in his heart, and he couldn't wait to run back to the house immediately and find a mirror to take a look!

"What's wrong?" The eyes of the great master fell on her delicate hand.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. Luo Qingyu took a deep breath.

It's never too late to look in the mirror and do it later.

Anyway, no matter what she becomes now, it won't change anytime soon......

She quietly went to lift the teapot, and as soon as it touched the handle, it retracted like an electric shock!

Ni Mei! It's hot! The handle of this little pot is also copper!

Now it's boiling on the stove, how can you touch it?

"How?" The Great Master glanced at her.

"It's too hot! Master, you should change this pot to a wooden handle. "You can't just burn off a layer of skin just because you build a pot of tea, right?

Scald? The great master raised his eyebrows slightly, and lifted the small pot with his backhand very easily: "Where is it hot?" ”

Luo Qingyu: "......"

It turns out that the great master will still use this kung fu to take advantage of the fire.

She subconsciously looked at the hand of the great master, it was still as white as jade, and the slender and beautiful shape seemed to be carved out of white jade.

The red-hot handle of the pot was held in his hand, and there was neither green smoke nor the smell of roasted human flesh......

He leisurely filled the small red clay pot on the table, put the copper kettle in his hand on the stove, and said lightly: "The first step in practicing kung fu starts with making tea and pouring water. ”

Luo Qingyu: "......"

She can make tea and pour water, but she grasps the red-hot copper soldering iron......

The great master made a move casually, and there was another tea cup on the stone table.

His eyes glanced slightly, and the small red clay pot jumped up out of thin air, automatically pouring tea into the new tea cup, just when the water was full, the red clay pot fell lightly on the table.

Luo Qingyu took a deep breath, she knew that this was a kind of kung fu, a kind of kung fu that she would definitely not be able to master now.

This - it should be telekinesis, right?!

With the power of the mind, let all things be under his command......

In modern times, she has also heard of people who have this kind of kung fu, but in modern times, it is not called telekinesis, but superpowers.

You can bend and move objects with the power of your mind......

However, using this superpower is exhausting, and those masters have to cultivate for days each time they use it......

"Sit, drink." The great division of the country opened Chrysostom again.

Well, it's rare for the master to pour tea for her personally, and she naturally gives him this face.

Unceremoniously sat down opposite the Great Master: "Xie Lu Xie Master." ”

She was a little thirsty, so she picked up the cup of tea and took a sip gently, and the fragrance of tea immediately filled her nose, leaving a fragrance on her lips and teeth.

Sure enough, it's good tea!

Luo Qingyu drank it all: "Master, what kind of tea is this?" ”

The taste is like Tieguanyin, and there is a soft aftertaste more than Tieguanyin.

After drinking it, the tip of the tongue swirls with a faint aroma of wine.

"Maple Mist." The great master replied with two more words.

Maple Mist, that's a very elegant name, but it's the first time she's heard of it.

However, in order not to let the great master laugh at her for being a dumpling, she didn't bother to ask, and said with a smile: "Master, let the disciple fill a cup for you." ”