The branch is really unbearable, it's just that if you want to fight and kill, compare and compare, maybe who wins and who loses!

"Where's the?"

When Zhi was ready to fight and was about to get up from the stone bench, the person behind spoke again.

Zhi crookedly took out a gray-haired from the bamboo basket under the stone table, kicked the bamboo basket in, and then stood up, raised the in his hand, and said, "Oh, here." ”

Dressed in an ordinary plain white cloth shirt, his ink-like hair was pulled up casually with a wooden hairpin, and more were draped behind his shoulders, and his sideburns were hanging down with two strands, gently swaying in the evening wind.

His eyes were as bright as stars, but his eyes were stained with red clouds, as if he was extremely patient, lest the mist in his eyes condense into crystal dewdrops, lest the person in front of him become the moon again.

Zhi had seen the portrait of the young master of the demon world, but he didn't expect that the real person was even more beautiful than the painting.

But why did he look like he was about to cry? Could it be that he was sad to find that the illusion was gone?

Zhi was caught off guard from crashing into such a pair of eyes, and there was a pain in his heart for no reason.

Since she slept for ten years, she has felt heartache from time to time, is it the sequelae of sleeping too much?

But she had forgotten herself.

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If it was in the past, at this time, Zhi had already come to his arms, and he would definitely want to paste him with tears and snot, and he choked and called him: Brother Lu Qi.

Zhi pinched the strand of hair in his sleeve, thinking about whether to return it to him.

Ten years have passed, the peach tree has been flowering and bearing fruit for ten years, and the eyes of the people sitting under the tree finally have brilliance.

However, the eda misinterpreted the meaning of his words, was he doubting himself?

"It, it flew in on its own. "Fuck it, make it up, the branch looks like a broken jar, believe it or not.

Lu Qi held the bamboo basket in one hand, and the fingers behind him were tightly clenched into fists, trying his best to endure it so that he wouldn't cry. If he could, he really wanted to hug the girl under the peach tree and cry.

"Where did this come from?" Lu Qi closed his eyes, and if he didn't order anything, he was afraid that his tears would really burst out of his eyes.

"Did it hit the stone table on its own?" Lu Qi's voice was slightly hoarse, but he really smiled, he raised the bamboo basket in his hand and shook it, and said, "Let's go, I'll make you a stewed mushroom." ”

Am I going too? Shouldn't I sit here and wait for the food to be served? So, the phantom girl is conversational, and she's neither deaf nor blind, and she's really just in a daze? Or just don't you want to pay attention to yourself?

She seemed to hear a chuckle, but it was so light that she wasn't sure if he was really laughing.

When Zhi looked over again, the fog in Lu Qi's eyes had dissipated and darkened, but stars lit up in his eyes.

The young master of the demon realm cooks in person! Are there no servants in this mansion? There is not even an aunt in the kitchen who cooks? Or is it a good boy now, everyone is going home on vacation?

Zhi sat on the wooden stool under the stove, stuffed two pieces of firewood under the pot, supported his chin, tilted his head, raised his eyes to look at the young master of the demon realm who was busy waving the big iron spoon after Teng Tengqi, only felt that this picture was so unreal.

Zhi muttered in his heart, carrying the and following Lu Qi into the kitchen.

She deliberately glanced into the bamboo basket, but fortunately, it wasn't those mushroom essences.

On the red peat stove not far away, the mushroom soup is bubbling, and the lid of the pot is slapped again and again, the rich fragrance overflows, and the kitchen is filled with a smell of human fireworks.

Twig sniffed and shoved two more pieces of wood into the stove.

She is not the only one who feels unreal, Lu Qi still feels like a dream, he is stir-frying vegetables in his hands, but his eyes fall on the branches, as if as long as he blinks, she will disappear with this steaming gas.

There were two orange glass lamps floating above the stove, and under the warm shadow of the lamp, the two people stared at each other through the scorching air.

Zhi found that it was not that she didn't help with this matter, but she really couldn't manage it, could she let her say to the young master of the demon world: Big brother, you already have a good wife at home, so don't mess with flowers and grass outside.

Zhi shook her head, she would definitely be slashed.

It didn't break at first, and now it's even harder to mention it again. Anyway, they all look the same, and for the sake of this pot of mushroom soup, Zhi decided to pretend to be the girl first, and then slip away in the dead of night and when the lights are dark.

As for the peach's matter, cough, Zhi secretly used his spiritual power to probe the spiritual vein of this young master of the demon realm just now, which is unfathomable! With her cultivation, she definitely can't beat it, if she annoys him because of Peach's matter, I don't know if he will be cut off on the spot.

The young master of the demon world seemed to have a good heart today, so he insisted on stir-frying two more dishes, rummaged through the entire kitchen, and finally turned out a bag of peanuts, a few handfuls of green cabbage leaves, and a few potatoes that were about to sprout, so a plate of fried peanuts, a plate of soy sauce greens, and a plate of vinegared shredded potatoes appeared on the stone table under the peach tree.

Tonight, the moonlight is like silver, and the stars are shining, which is a rare good atmosphere.

Because of the illusion, she was already scared enough, smelling the fragrant mushroom soup, she didn't dare to ask to taste it first.

"Wait a little longer, the soup will taste good. Lu Qidao, his voice seemed to have been ironed by gas, warm and peaceful, soothing Zhi's restless heart.

The cooking skills of this young master of the demon world are really good, it's a pity not to be a cook.

Lu Qi didn't eat much, he held on to a white jade cup and slowly drank the sake in the cup.

The glass lamp lingered among the branches and leaves of the peach tree, and from time to time it bumped into a large plush peach.

Three bowls of fresh mushroom soup went down, and the branch burped loudly in satisfaction.

They sat under the tree for a long time, silent, until the insects and frogs stopped making noise, the night dew wet their clothes, and the branches almost thought that she was going to sleep on the peach tree tonight, Lu Qi finally drank the wine.

Three points of drunkenness, just right.

He didn't drink much, but tonight, only this scorching liquor could calm the excitement and uneasiness in his heart.

He wanted to get drunk, but he didn't dare to get drunk, he was afraid that when he woke up, the branches would be gone, and the wisp of green silk phantom was still sitting under the peach tree.

"It's not early, let's go rest. Lu Qi said softly.

Zhi also wanted to rest, but where should she go?

The person in front of me is still there, and my heart is gradually at peace.

The night wind was filled with the smell of wine, as if even the wind was about to get drunk, and wandered in the courtyard, refusing to leave.

Zhi followed him inexplicably, isn't this person very drunk?

The glass lamp slowly floated over, one after the other, paving a warm light.

Lu Qiqi approached her, as if he wanted to hold her hand, but when his fingers just touched the back of her slightly cool hand, he retracted as if he was burned.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned sharply, turned his back to the branch, and said coldly, "I'll send you back to the room." ”

At the moment when Lu Qi turned, his tears finally slipped out of the corners of his eyes under the encouragement of this spirit.

How could he forget, even if the branch was in front of him, he couldn't get close to her, she finally forgot him, how could he let her suffer the pain of heartache again.

The night breeze was blowing and it was cold.