After watching the movie, Iron Slag and the two women got in the car, and after dozens of minutes of driving, they returned to the ancient Babylonian Garden Street. After dinner at Eva Green's house, at halfway past seven o'clock in the evening, Iron Slag rejected the two women's offer to play cards on the grounds that it was "a little personal", and left the villa alone in their suspicious eyes, and walked down Garden Street towards Lengji Lake.

At this time, the two sides of the street are planted with Milanese flowers, and the small beige flowers hidden in the dark green branches and leaves are exuding a faint fragrance, refreshing and refreshing. The surrounding scenery is quiet and elegant, but at this moment, the iron slag is not in the mood to enjoy this comfort, on the contrary, he is a little nervous. However, anyone who goes to see a woman in a position of power who is "intermittently manic", "deeply paranoid" and "can tolerate almost any pain" will feel very uncomfortable.

More than 20 minutes later, the iron slag came to a manor house with blue bricks and glazed tiles and a simple style by the lake.

Through the one-person-high, gray-and-white wall, the openwork ceramic vase-pillar fan-shaped window, you can vaguely see the scattered bamboo forest, the trickling stream, the delicate small bridge and the slowly rotating waterwheel by the bridge. A quiet and deep scene. This is the architectural style of the Far East, with small bridges and flowing water, and deep courtyards.

Walking up to the gate, several guards seemed to be notified in advance, and opened the door without asking or speaking.

Walking into the courtyard, the thin mist with a little fragrance of bamboo leaves comes to the face, which is cold and refreshing, and penetrates the heart. Between the clouds and mist, a gust of wind blows, the bamboo leaves squirt and sound, and the slender bamboo body swings with the wind, like a woman dancing lightly on the willow waist. In the forest, a poetic and picturesque feeling arises spontaneously. The next moment, he walked through the bamboo forest path, walked across the arched stone bridge, reached out and touched the water wheel on the side of the bridge, paddled through the waterfall-like water curtain, and walked more than ten steps forward to a large house. This large house is typical of the Far Eastern architectural style, with a very high triangular roof, the eaves extend outwards and are raised high, and if you look closely, several small beasts of different shapes and sizes are carved at the end of the eaves.

At this moment, carving dragons and phoenixes, hanging bright red satin, under the courtyard, there are two girls with similar appearances and wearing third-generation power armor standing on the left and right. When they saw the iron slag, they made a "please" gesture with a blank face. That cold appearance made the iron slag uncomfortable.

Then, led by the two women, Iron Slag passed through two large wooden doors framed by black and red frames, bypassed the carved screen behind them, and came to the hall in the middle of the house. This is a space of several hundred square meters. At this moment, the hall was unusually empty, except for a few long wooden chairs carved with trees, flowers and birds, and a large coffee table.

At this moment, Bi Qinglan was sitting upright on the long wooden chair in the middle, with her left leg on her right leg. When I looked closer, a large area of dazzling white skin was exposed from the slit of the cheongsam, and my heart trembled. On the coffee table in front of her were stone tea trays, tea sets, mahogany tongs, pottery beasts, a few crystal pots, a few alcohol lamps, and various bottles and jars for tea leaves.

After sitting down, Bi Qinglan raised her head, glanced at him coldly, and said expressionlessly, "You still have time for a cup of tea." With that, she put down her thighs, leaned over and picked up a long spoon made of bamboo tubes, scooped a jug of water, and placed it on the alcohol lamp. Then, with her bare hands, she lifted the lid of the pot, scooped two spoonfuls of turquoise tea leaves, and gently poured them into a small black and purple pot.

During this time, Iron Slag found that there were many figures wearing power armor standing around the hall, including the two girls who brought him in.

"What do you want to do?" Iron Slag asked straight to the point.

"Kill you~" Bi Qinglan replied lightly while preparing to make tea. Ironslag didn't answer, but stood up and walked over to her and sat down.

"Do you want to take advantage of it before you die?" Bi Qinglan fiddled with the tea set and asked without looking back.

"You're right." As soon as the words fell, Iron Slag reached out and grabbed her by the waist of the water snake and hugged her.

"Come on~ Feel free to touch~ Anyway, you don't have much time, hurry up and have some fun." Bi Qinglan said calmly.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you right now?" Iron Slag asked.

"Come on~ try it." Bi Qinglan said defiantly.

"I'm not going to try, and I'm not going to leave you any excuses." Speaking of this, Iron Slag seemed to remember something, pressed against the black pearl on her earring, and whispered, "By the way, didn't you feel embarrassed when you called me a bug?" ”

In an instant, Bi Qinglan's face froze, and then she returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"It seems that I should have been a little more detailed...... Iron Slag said slowly, "planarian life, cocoon rebirth, aphid regeneration." He said three insect abilities in a row, and then pushed Bi Qinglan away and returned to his original position.

"Who told you that!" After a moment of silence, Bi Qinglan asked through gritted teeth.

Iron Slag grinned and said "No comment", and suddenly she was so angry that she became short of breath. Suddenly, I saw her plump breasts rise and fall violently, almost bursting through the taut cheongsam.

"Friend, please calm down, let's have a cup of tea and talk slowly." Iron Slag suggested.

After a long while, until the water in the crystal pot boiled and there was a burst of heat, Bi Qinglan glanced at him hatefully, turned around and continued to make tea.

It didn't take long for a cup of blue sea green tea with a faint bamboo fragrance to appear on the coffee table in front of Tie Slag. He took it and drank it, the tea was fragrant in the mouth, and his lips and teeth were sweet after drinking. After putting down the teacup, he couldn't help but sigh: "Good tea!" ”

"Oops~ I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you ......" Bi Qing Lan smiled and said, "The first brew of Bihai green tea is for washing cups." With that, she poured her cup down......

Looking at Bi Qinglan's movements, Iron Slag couldn't help but roll his eyes, this little girl, really don't miss any opportunity to disgust him.

Then, Bi Qing Lan made the second cup of tea, pushed it over, and said, "The second brew of Bihai Green Tea is the best." ”

As a man, he didn't like to deal with women, so he picked it up and drank the second cup. I have to say that this tea is really delicious, and the faint bamboo fragrance will make people feel like a spring breeze.

"Although this tea is good, it is brewed in blue bath water, and you can't drink it." After saying that, Bi Qinglan poured her own cup.

"You ......" Iron Slag stared at the slightly meaning blue blue, and was speechless for a long time.

"Alright, you go, I'm going to sleep." Bi Qinglan raised her hand casually, as if chasing mosquitoes, and gave an eviction order.

Iron Slag frowned suddenly, then stood up, and stretched out his thumb to her without saying a word, and the iron blue face seemed to read: "You are so good." ”

"Thank you." Bi Qing said with a blue jaw. But just when she thought that the iron slag was leaving, the latter suddenly came to her, threw her down on the wooden chair, and kissed her forcibly.

"Hmm...... Uh-huh......"

After sending a few mouthfuls of saliva into the warm and cool little mouth, the iron slag let go of Biqinglan and stood up. was about to leave, but a faint voice came from behind him: "Norses, don't be complacent, Qinglan will resign from his position tomorrow, return to the Far East, and then write a letter to your princess." ”

"Friend, is it worth it?" Iron Slag turned back, sat down and asked.

"Of course, you are the murderer of your sister, and you deserve any price Qinglan has to pay." Bi Qinglan said firmly.

"We are all our own people, we should not kill each other, and in the end, both sides will lose, and it will only be our opponents who will benefit." Iron Slag said earnestly.

"Who is your own person?" Bi Qinglan asked rhetorically with disdain.

"We are all temple people, and we all believe in the glory of our ancestors, don't we?" Iron Slag said.

Bi Qinglan snorted coldly, looked at him, and said slowly: "Qinglan is first of all a person of the first vein of the green snake, then a person of the first vein of the spirit snake, and finally a person of the ancient lineage, as for the brilliant lineage, it has nothing to do with me?" Although we all believe in the glory of our ancestors, we believe in our ancestors, and you believe in your ancestors, what does it have to do with us? She paused, strengthened her tone and continued, "It is because I can't get along with you that the ancient lineage will be discriminated against and unable to integrate into the mainstream world. ”

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, "You have your pursuits, we have our lives, why bother us?" If I could, I would love to erase the history of the temple from its glorious veins; What did you gain from that stupid war, apart from the fact that it had damaged the vitality of the temple? You lose all your parishes, you lose the space for your descendants to live, and then you tell me what you have gained! ”

"Kozan told me that the gains and losses in the world cannot be judged by pure eyes, and it will take a longer time to prove." Iron Slag argued.

"Norses, don't you understand? That's your ideal, your pursuit, not ours! "We just want to live a good life and fit into this world, and the temple and the world conference are the main theme right now, can you change all this?" You are a group of people living in a dream, and for the sake of an illusory hope, you have ruined not only your own happiness, but also the happiness of your own brothers. Brilliant spark, what a beautiful name, how touching faith, but what's the use of that? You need to rely on others to live even if you live, what else can you use to achieve your dreams? Can you stand up to the World Conference? Can you stand up to the Temple? Is it really good that you have nothing, but you have a bigger breath than anyone else? ”

In the face of her aggressive questioning, Tie Slag was silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply and said, "I haven't read many books, I can't reason with you, I only know that if my people are not united, they will be bullied by outsiders." However, although he said this on his lips, he did not have much confidence in his heart. With that, he turned around and left, not wanting to stay here for a moment.

"Iron slag!" When he was about to walk to the door, Bi Qinglan suddenly stopped him and said word by word, "Please always remember that I am not yours - self - self - person!" ”