True people should not behave like appearance.

Lan Zhi couldn't help but wonder: "Which level have you been assigned to the survey and assessment of the Food and Xiu Pavilion?"

Xingzhi: "Yellow level."

Lan Zhi: "..."

It's not surprising at all.

She suspected that the examiner had just taken the snack and was so worried that such a student would cry.

She didn't want to eat another one, and she had no excuses. She looked left and right, and suddenly remembered that the Jianjun wine that Yin Niang gave her was buried in the yard, and said, "You invite me to have a snack, I'll invite you to drink."

She was worried that Xingzhi would refuse, so she ran to the place where the wine was buried and started digging.

After a while, she dug out the jar of Jianjunjiu that had been opened and turned to look at him.

He was still sitting in his original position, his posture leisurely and leisurely, looking in her direction, as if he was looking at her, and as if he was looking at the stars in the sky behind her.

She stood on the mountain blankly, and the sky above her head was still heavy and depressing gray-black. She looked around her eyes and everything in her vision was still as broken and messy as she came last time.

She sat down again in her position, took out two cups from the storage bracelet, opened the sealing mud in the wine jar, poured him a full cup, and then poured herself a bite.

But when I looked at it again, the feeling disappeared.

It's just that the momentum is a bit strong.

Xingzhi: "Oh..."

He seemed to notice her gaze and stood up and said, "Is this what you said about Jianjunjiu?"

Lan Zhi had this idea inexplicably and found that he didn't care about her accidentally touch, so she didn't care about her, so she looked up and drank all the wine in her glass.

It seemed very close to her, but it seemed to be far away in the sky.

For a moment, Lan Zhi had an inexplicable feeling--he seemed not to be sitting in her yard, but was sitting on the stars in a robe woven by stars.

She dreamed of the bare and cold mountain again.

At this moment, a bird cried suddenly from somewhere.

Eight small glass lamps are adorned at the eight corners of the octagonal pavilion. The light of the glass lamp reflects his face, and his eyes seem to reflect the light of the glass lamp.

Yin Niang obviously spent a lot of thought when making wine. Although Junjiu was medicinal wine, she could not drink the medicinal smell. Instead, she had an extremely mellow aroma of wine, which was better than the wine Lan Zhi had drunk in the past.

However, Lan Zhi had read the formula and knew that as long as you don’t drink too much, he said again: “It should be no problem if you only drink one sip.”

She raised her glass: "Damn."

Xingzhi touched her cup lightly.

Lan Zhi subconsciously turned his head to look, not noticing that his hand was stretched too far forward, and accidentally touched Xingzhi's hand.

Lan knew: "This is medicinal wine, you can't drink it casually."

Xingzhi hadn't drunk alcohol yet, and he was interested: "Have you drunk?"

His hands are very beautiful, and they feel very good, and they are as gentle as jade.

——She started dreaming before she got drunk.

Lan Zhi nodded and walked into the pavilion with Jian Junjiu in his arms: "This was given to me by an old senior from Pinglan Star Academy. I heard that it has some effect on alleviating the pain of the sea of ​​consciousness. You can try it."

A strong wind blew on the body, as sharp as a knife.

Fortunately, Lan Zhi is not as weak as last time. Although it hurts, it is not unbearable.

While she used the star energy to resist the gale of wind, she thought, who turned this place into this Japanese devil, and there was not even a tree, how could she block the wind?

She didn't know why she suddenly dreamed of this place again, and she didn't know if there would be another next time.

In order to make it more comfortable next time she comes in, she felt it was necessary to improve the environment here.
Chapter completed!