Qing Lan looked at the three of them and felt discouraged. Qiongying must be very busy, but he couldn't help at all.
"Please take a seat." Qiongying said calmly and gracefully.
Jing Ao and the others didn't know what to say, so they sat down obediently, and then they didn't know where to start.
Fortunately, Cai Yi came and served tea and fruits. After Cai Yi left, there was another silence.
"Zi Han, I'm sorry about what happened back then." Jing Ao hesitated for a while and then suddenly said this.
"What's the matter?" Qiongying glanced at him and said calmly.
Jing Ao was at a loss for words. There were too many grievances and grievances back then. It was impossible to mention them, but they were still vivid in his mind. Zi Han seemed to have forgotten them, no, he probably never remembered them or cared about them.
Jing Hao was at a loss. No matter it was then or today, even if she hadn't changed, he still couldn't understand her.
"Have you forgotten?" Nangong Chen looked at her with a complicated expression and asked slowly.
"What did you forget?" Qiongying also glanced at him and said calmly.
Nangong Chen was also speechless. She was still so careless. There was no trace of hatred or fluctuation in her eyes. Since she didn't hate, anger or anger, why did she stay away from him?
Qing Lan stared at the people, feeling very bored, because he couldn't understand what they were saying, so he took some cakes and started eating them. He hadn't eaten anything so far this morning, so he was a little hungry.
"Qiongying, you eat." Qing Lan handed her a piece of pastry and said expectantly.
"I'm not hungry, you eat." Qiongying didn't answer.
"You can eat even if you're not hungry. It's delicious." Qinglan stretched her hand forward again, as if to put it to her lips, waiting for her to open her mouth.
"I ate it this morning, please finish it." Qiongying said.
"That's it, forget it." Qing Lan stopped insisting and ate dully, suddenly feeling that this pastry was not that delicious.
Nangong Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at Qing Lan intentionally or unintentionally. For some reason, no one dared to do such a move by Qing Lan, probably not even Qingjun.
That's not to mention him. It's not that he doesn't dare, but the gap between him and her is too deep. She will definitely refuse and won't even give him a look. Everything he does will be in vain.
It will only make her have a deeper prejudice against him.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me." Qiongying looked at the sunlight shining on the lake. It was probably noon.
"I wrote a book before and sent it to the masters at Lance College. I received a reply this morning..." Jing Ao said, this is the main business they came here for.
"Have you told Mu Feng about that old immortal?" Qiong Ying suddenly interrupted him, with a hint of frost in his eyes.
Several people were stunned, and even Qing Lan stopped talking. This atmosphere was too depressing.
"...I just asked about the undead. Did I do something wrong?" Jing Ao was worried and asked cautiously.
"Forget it, it's okay, is there any result?" Qiong Ying's expression was gloomy, but her tone was very good. She had a bad temper, but she still had good temper. And Mu Feng would know sooner or later that what was coming was always coming.
"What's wrong with City Master Mu Feng? Why don't you tell me what's going on." Jing Ao persisted and asked, Qiongying seemed to hate City Master Mu Feng, why? He couldn't stand the scare, but he still knew the reason.
Okay, otherwise I wouldn’t even know how to die.
"It's okay." There was no doubt in his tone.
Jing Ao was nonchalant and didn't ask any more questions. He continued the topic just now and said: "Speaking of the undead, those walking dead are just undead. They are failures in making undead. All the vitality is concentrated in the center of the eyebrows, and the body has rotted.