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Daughter tea is not really a tea leaf, but a kind of camellia, or a small flower that blooms on the tea tree.

Daughter tea is extremely difficult to harvest, a thousand daughter tea trees can grow dozens of mature camellias, and after drying, less than four taels.

Therefore, daughter tea also has another name: four taels tea.

The name sounds vulgar.

Twilight thought to herself when she heard Hanluo's introduction.

Han Luo washed the teacup, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of fragrant daughter tea for Twilight. An emerald green leaf floats on the tea surface, creating slight ripples.

He took out a dagger from his sleeve and swiped it through his fingertips, and in an instant, a drop of blood fell into the teacup and dissolved into the hot water, "Taste? It will not hurt the body. ”

The tea dissolves Hanluo's blood, which somewhat relieves the jerkiness of the tea and reduces the damage to the stomach and abdomen.

This is the tea drinking method that has existed since ancient times: moisten tea with blood, and the tea is as thick as blood.

It wasn't the first time Twilight had seen this method, on the contrary, she had taught Hanluo this way of drinking tea.

At that time, Han Luo had just come to Beihai, and he was still in the pain of killing Han Wei, fainting at the sight of blood, and he had a very harsh cleanliness habit for everything.

Hanluo didn't like to eat and was getting thinner and thinner.

Twilight once thought that it was a miracle that Hanluo had not starved to death in the past ten years.

Finally, one day, Twilight finds Hanluo, who is thin as a bolt of lightning, and sets up a tea table. She took the initiative to approach Han Luo, close to Han Luo's face, and asked him why he didn't eat.

Han Luo didn't dare to meet her gaze, but avoided it, and told Twilight in a low voice: I can't eat.

Do you hate me?

Twilight suddenly asked this reverie sentence.

Han Luo subconsciously shook his head, how could he dislike Twilight?

'Good. A dagger slashed across his finger, and bright red blood spilled out and dripped down his finger into the teacup.

Twilight Li picked up the teacup and handed it to Han Luo, a layer of cold coldness was gathered on his beautiful and delicate face, and his thin lips spit out a word, as if he were an order: "Drink!" ”

Han Luo was stunned, looked at Twilight and blinked, the color that greeted Twilight's eyes was a curtain of spring rain, and there was a bit of inexplicable grievance hidden in his stunnedness.

He didn't want to die, but he didn't want to drink, and he didn't want to eat. However, if you don't drink it, you will waste Twilight's blood......

Hanluo didn't want to make Twilight angry, and the hand holding the teacup trembled lightly and brought it to his lips. He wanted to whisper Twilight's name, but he was afraid of annoying Twilight.

In this world, there is a fear that is more terrible than death. Hanluo was afraid that the woman would be angry! For fear of annoying her.

After all, he drank the cup of tea that had dissolved blood, and the unfamiliar taste of tea was full of the aroma of a little blood.

It was the blood of twilight, and now, dissolved into his mouth, ran down his throat, and warmed his restless stomach......

The empty teacup was filled again, clear, stained with thin and blue tea, mixed with a small amount of red blood.

"Go on." Twilight's words are not to be dismissed, and it is not up to Hanluo to refute them or say something else.

Han Luo was quite hesitant and embarrassed, and his face gradually became hot. He subconsciously stroked his face, felt the rare hot temperature, took the teacup and drank it down, and stopped talking.

Again and again, the white porcelain cup bottomed out, and it was filled again and again.

Han Luo suppressed the discomfort in his heart and forcibly ordered himself to swallow the pot of tea. The tea is mixed with the blood of the twilight, and it must not be wasted.

This night, Hanluo did not have an easy time.

He grabbed his own neck and pretended to be calm as he endured the churning of his stomach and belly.

When the night passed, he stayed up until the moon went down and the sun rose, and his stomach and stomach suddenly felt much more comfortable.

It feels like a bright rainbow in the sky after the storm, and the whole person is refreshed, covered with a layer of fresh breath, and no longer lifeless.

Han Luo deeply felt that it was Twilight who pulled him back from the death line and saved him from the rest of his life.

Since then, Hanluo has tried to quit his fear of blood. He really quit the timidity in his heart, but the cleanliness of his personality has not changed......

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Inadvertently, a cup of daughter's tea caused a lot of dusty old memories, and rolled out the most extravagant aesthetic picture in memory.

Han Luo was immersed in the beautiful picture, slightly distracted, not realizing that in the moment when he lost his mind, Twilight had already looked him up and down.

Twilight squinted slightly, and the bottom of her pupils glowed with bright silver grains.

Her gaze fell on Han Luo's body and searched around, from Han Luo's long silky black hair, to a shirt that perfectly flattered her figure, to her beautifully contoured cheeks, and her deep, heavily colored facial features......

Every inch of this man's skin was filled with a jade-colored luster, but it was not good at all.

Twilight thought to herself: This man has lost weight. The slender and white wrist seemed to be a tall branch of a tree in the mountains, fragile, sensitive, and noble, and it broke when it was gently broken.

His habits have not changed, and it can be seen from the appearance of the hot porcelain cup that he has a very serious cleanliness habit.

If she hadn't been there, or hadn't taken her feelings into account, the man would have washed the cup many times, not just two or three times.

Twilight picked up the teacup and sent it to his lips, the sweet tea fragrance was filled with a trace of a very light smell of blood, it was indeed the taste of Hanluo, the blood was like a person, elegant and elegant, and the faint smell of blood lingered in the fragrance of tea that lasted for a long time.

One bite, two bites, three bites.

Tasting tea at dusk, he has always been put in three sips, and he is never greedy for drinking.

She was afraid that she would fall for this man's addiction.

After all, the smell of this man's blood was so fragrant and full of taste temptation that she couldn't help but hook her fingers under the table and gently tap the table, making one subtle sound after another.

Across from her, however, the man wouldn't think so.

"Doesn't it taste good?" The corners of Han Luo's eyebrows were bent into a bud and the first moon, which was so beautiful and charming.

In this world, the most beautiful temptation is probably like this: others are deeply involved, entangled and compassionate, but the real person who sets up the situation is still unconscious, Gu Zi boldly exudes a charming style, and everyone can see it with a smile and a smile.

"It's not." Twilight put down the teacup and whispered, "Just get used to it." ”

"That'...... Is it delicious? Han Luo hesitated for a moment, then asked again, uneasy.

Twilight, he thought, should be able to guess what he meant: blood, not tea.

What Han Luo really wants to ask is is does his blood taste good?

In the world of the blood people, sometimes, the hierarchy, the rules handed down from ancient times, and the inexplicable sense of ritual occupy most of the spiritual sustenance of the blood people, and it is also a puzzling ancient spiritual civilization recorded in the history of the blood people.