An Qingyu said calmly: "Purpose? Like you, I was imprisoned."
"haha, really?"
The two stood inside and outside the ward, staring at each other, and the air fell into dead silence.
An Qingyu was about to say something more when his eyes suddenly froze and he turned to look at the end of the corridor. A figure in a white coat was slowly walking from a distance.
"What are you doing?" Lin Qiye asked.
An Qingyu glanced at [Chaos], "Nothing."
"It seems that our [Key to the Door] is also a little curious about my immortality..." [Chaos] raised the corners of his mouth and spoke slowly, "Actually, as long as you are like me and take two hundred pills a day, you can be fine.
Immortality, do you want to try it?"
Lin Qiye's eyes swept over [Chaos] and An Qingyu, and his brows furrowed slightly.
He raised his fingertips,
boom--!
The door of Ward No. 5 was slammed shut, almost knocking [Chaos] standing behind the door away.
There was only a soft click, and the ward door was locked again. Amidst [Chaos]'s angry scolding, Lin Qiye looked at An Qingyu and spoke slowly:
"Don't communicate with him, do you understand?"
An Qingyu glanced at the closed door and said nothing.
"Come with me." Lin Qiye turned and left.
"Go? Where?"
"Go see the teacher."
An Qingyu froze on the spot.
…
Buzz buzz——
The setting sun has sunk into the earth, and the deep black and blue has spread across the sky.
The roar of a helicopter came from a distance.
The cabin door opened, and Shen Qingzhu was holding takeaway food in one hand and liquor in the other, landing lightly on the desert.
He turned back and gave the pilot a signal, and the plane slowly lifted up and disappeared from the edge of the sky.
There was no cloak or fixed knife. Today, Shen Qingzhu was just wearing simple casual clothes, clean and tidy, like a guest who had come all the way to a banquet.
He walked up to the door of Jianlu, knocked twice, and Zhou Ping's voice came out:
"Please come in."
Shen Qingzhu pushed the door open and walked into the house. A stove was emitting warm red light in the house. Zhou Ping and Lin Qiye were already sitting by the stove. When they saw him coming from outside, their eyes lit up at the same time.
"How is it? Have you bought it?" Lin Qiye asked.
"I waited in line for forty minutes and got it."
Shen Qingzhu put down the takeout bag, and an intoxicating aroma of food came out, whetting his appetite.
Zhou Ping licked his lips and his eyes widened. He had been in seclusion here for the past few years, and he only ate dry food and the like. It had been a long time since he had tasted the aroma of vegetables full of the flavor of life.
.
"By the way, where is An Qingyu?" Shen Qingzhu asked doubtfully, "Didn't I say that you would bring him here too?"
Lin Qiye turned to look at Zhou Ping, with a hint of questioning in his eyes.
"Well, let him come with us." Zhou Ping nodded, "Don't worry, he can't run away as long as I'm here."
"That's good."
After receiving Zhou Ping's affirmation, the void behind Lin Qiye suddenly became distorted, and the outline of a figure in black was quickly outlined.
Seeing this figure in black, Shen Qingzhu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he continued to lower his head to open the takeout bag without saying a word.
An Qingyu stood by the stove in a daze, looking at Zhou Ping and Shen Qingzhu sitting cross-legged on the ground, and felt a little lost for a moment.
"This is……"
Zhou Ping stared at him for a moment, patted the ground beside him, and said softly: "Sit down and have something with me."
After the patient's treatment progress reaches 50%, Lin Qiye can take them out of the hospital. Since Zhou Ping has spoken, there is no need to worry about the risk of An Qingyu escaping and he can be taken out directly.
A hint of complexity flashed through An Qing's gray eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he sat down obediently.
Of course Zhou Ping knew what happened to An Qingyu, but he was not very good at words, and he didn't know where to start at this moment... he could only look to Lin Qiye for help.
Lin Qiye, on the other hand, was always watching An Qingyu, fearing that he would do anything and run away from here.
An Qingyu silently lowered his head and looked at the stove without saying a word.
Four figures gathered around the stove, and their shadows swayed on the wall with the light of the fire. The small sword house was a little crowded, but also seemed a little distant...
Snapped--
Shen Qingzhu put down the takeaway in his hand, and an intricate knot was still firmly fixed on the surface of the plastic bag.
After a brief silence, he slowly spoke:
"I can't open it."
Lin Qiye:......
"Can't you just cut it open?" Zhou Ping blinked, and a hungry gurgling sound came from his stomach.
"It's easy to spill when you cut it open, and it's hard to put it back after a while." Shen Qingzhu answered seriously, then turned around, "Qiye, can you open it?"
"...No." Lin Qiye replied decisively.
Zhou Ping also seemed to have guessed something, "Actually, I'm not very good at..."
In the Jianlu, there was once again a dead silence.
After an unknown amount of time, An Qingyu raised his head and opened his mouth:
"Let me try?"
Without saying a word, Shen Qingzhu pushed the takeout directly in front of An Qingyu, who gently picked it up with his fingertips, and the knot was untied.
"Awesome." Shen Qingzhu said lightly.
"Yeah." Lin Qiye catered.
An Qingyu:......
"I remember when I first taught you lessons in the warehouse, Qingyu made takeout every day." Zhou Ping took advantage of the situation and raised a topic.
"...Didn't we all eat the food you cooked? When did we order takeout?"
An Qingyu's expression was a little strange.
"Oh, that's because I remembered it wrong."
"..."
Lin Qiye couldn't help but hold his forehead. The original discussion was to see if An Qingyu could be persuaded to surrender, but now the atmosphere was so awkward that he wanted to run away on the spot... Anyway, this opening was terrible.
Zhou Ping seemed to be aware of this and simply gave up looking for a topic. While taking apart his chopsticks, he spoke directly and casually:
"Qingyu, give up on Cthulhu... stay in Daxia, no matter what happens, we will bear it with you, otherwise..."
Snapped--
Zhou Ping accidentally broke the chopsticks in his hand into two pieces.
He was silent for a moment and then said, "Otherwise, I will kill you."
An Qingyu's hand that was about to serve the rice shook, and her whole body froze in place.
After not seeing each other for so many years, Zhou Ping’s threatening ways are still so surprising...
A faint wisp of sword intent emanated from Zhou Ping's body. An Qingyu, who was sitting next to him, felt a chill lingering on his neck, as if his head would be missing in the next moment.
For a moment, the hand holding rice could neither move forward nor move back.