Tangram returned home in a very bad mood.

I have already shown such obvious disgust, how can this stinky brother be the same as a dog skin plaster!

Not only clingy! Not too smart yet!

How thick a face can make him feel so good about himself? Squeezing him can be understood by him as jealousy.

People who feel good about themselves...... It's terrifying!

How did the original owner get fascinated by this kind of person before?

Before she got home, she saw the wheelchair standing quietly in the doorway.

Only then did she suddenly remember that she had been very busy these days, and she hadn't been to Han Qing's laboratory for a while.

"Coming back?" The person in the wheelchair saw her with a somewhat gloomy face. "Why is it so late?"

"Hmm...... Something happened. ”

"Did you meet that junior of yours again?" Han Qing pursed his lips, "I saw it when I got off work." ”

"Well, he's pestering me." Tangram pulls out the key to open the door.

"Need help?" Han Qing hurriedly followed her into the house, with a faint expectation in his tone.

Qiqiao turned his head and glanced at him with a smile.

"No, just a little boy." She didn't take it to heart yet.

"Oh...... Good. If you need help, just ask me. Han Qing looked at her and said seriously.

Qiqiao raised his hand and changed the topic: "Are you eating here today?" ”

It was rare for her to take the initiative to leave him for dinner, Han Qing nodded hurriedly, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

The two enjoyed a warm dinner, because they hadn't seen each other for a while, Han Qing picked up some interesting things recently and told her.

Qiqiao listened to him while eating, and commented viciously from time to time.

Han Qing's heart was peaceful.

It would be nice to be able to live like this with her forever.

In a trance, Han Qing thought like this, and did not complain about himself as usual.

After Qiqiao cleaned up his things, thinking that he hadn't massaged him for a while, and the guy sleeping in his leg should have accumulated a lot of spiritual power, he took the initiative to go over and sit down beside him, and moved his leg with both hands.

Han Qing's eyes were empty, not knowing what he was thinking. I didn't even notice how Qiqiao massaged him, and he was still in a daze.

Qiqiao looked at his stunned appearance, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously brought a slight smile. While carefully massaging his leg muscles, he released his spiritual power to capture the aura.

Suddenly, Han Qing seemed to feel that his legs were like countless needle, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

"What's wrong!" Qiqiao was a little flustered, she hadn't absorbed much spiritual power yet!

"Little master! Bad thing! Dan Dan suddenly exclaimed, "That thing sensed the existence of Lingyu and woke up early!" ”

Han Qing broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

The most obvious feeling in his legs before was that Qiqiao had some tingling when he touched him, but he had never felt such a pain.

Han Qing clenched his teeth and trembled with pain.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails sinking into his flesh with force, trying to keep his sanity with pain.

Qiqiao looked at his pale face, and the whole person was also a little confused.

How can you wake up? Don't bring it like this!

Seeing that he was about to faint in pain, Qiqiao didn't care about what to hide, pinched the trick in his hand, took out the charm and threw it over.

The spell suddenly stopped about half a meter away from Han Qing's leg, as if it was stuck to an opaque wall, unable to move any further.

Qiqiao snorted, decisively bit his finger, and smeared the blood on the charm.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and with the crisp sound of shattering, the spell also disappeared into the air, as if everything was an illusion.

Han Qing fainted in pain, so she had to help him up and lay him flat on the sofa, and lay down for a long time before waking up.

He stared blankly at the ceiling lamp.

What the hell happened to me?

He remembered that he seemed to be thinking about something related to the Tangram, when suddenly there was a pain that pierced the depths of his soul.

And then...... Then he saw Tangram make a gesture and paste a piece of paper......

Then he fainted because it hurt so much.

He vaguely remembered......

Han Qing looked at his hands and subconsciously pinched a movement, which was the magic gesture that Qiqiao pinched just now.

"Awake?" Qiqiao saw that he was still in a daze with his eyes open, and walked over and asked with concern, looking down to see Han Qing's gesture.

Is it stupid to reserve grain......? No, why is his gesture so similar to her spell casting?

…… I won't see the grain reserves.

Sure enough, Han Qing looked at him slowly and asked with some confusion: "Qiaoqiao, what ...... does this action represent?" ”

"Ugh." Qiqiao paused, and some carelessly diverted his gaze. "Well...... I made it subconsciously, and I don't know what it is......"

It's over, it's over, it's over, and the reserve grain is really seen!

She panicked inside.

There is no spiritual power in this world, and there is no such concept. If he knew that he would use immortal spells, he was afraid that he would not have to get himself to the laboratory to dissect and study.

Han Qing sighed deeply and didn't overdo it.

Why, she never told herself about herself......

She was too mysterious to him.

He knew that the tangram was not the original tangram, and he also knew that she had a different purpose here.

But he couldn't resist her attraction, and little by little he fell into the gentle village called Qiqiao and couldn't extricate himself.

Sometimes, mystery is part of the charm, isn't it?