July 19th.

The afternoon sun was a little dazzling, and even through the gauze curtain, it still shook your eyes.

Ning Qing opened her eyes.

What caught my eye was the snow-white ceiling, and the surrounding environment became clear and clear in an instant - she was lying flat on her bed, covered with a quilt, the temperature in the house was neither hot nor hot, the wind that came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows occasionally lifted up a corner of the gauze curtain, and two light purple roses were inserted in the vase on the bedside table, emitting a faint citrus fragrance.

Someone was sitting in her room reading quietly.

Ning Qing checked himself.

Clothes are worn.

Still the previous clothes.

There is no obvious strangeness on my body, but I feel surprisingly good.

There is his smell around him.

Ning Qing got up.

The man noticed the movement and immediately turned his head, with a gentle and bright smile on his face:

"Wake up!"

I don't even bother to pay attention to him.

Ning Qing sat by the bed, lowered his head and found his slippers to put them on, and walked towards the bathroom.

"Bang..."

Turn on the bathroom lights.

Ning Qing stood in front of the mirror and checked himself first.

No graffiti on the face.

I don't think there will be any other place.

But it can be imagined that there must be some parts of his body with his fingerprints printed on it.

Maybe there is saliva.

As for where...

Don't bother to think about it so as not to get angry.

Ning Qing was about to go out, but suddenly stopped, turned around and continued to face the mirror-

Close your left eye.

There is a very small word "silly" written on the eyelids.

Open your left eye and close your right eye.

The words "You guessed wrong" are written on the eyelids.

Ning Qing pursed her lips and was silent for a few seconds. The corners of her mouth gradually curled up a little. The first thought that arose in her heart was—

How did he be sure that he would close his left eye first?

Pure confusion? Or are you sure?

After only a few seconds, the smile disappeared. She picked up the makeup remover and turned on the shower head to let it slowly release hot water.

Half an hour later.

Ning Qing walked out of the bathroom. The man was standing outside with a book, looking at her with a gaze, pretending to care:

"How does it feel?"

"Good."

"That's good."

Ning Qing found that his eyes kept glancing at his eyes, and couldn't help but feel speechless. Is this person a fool? He will definitely wash it off after taking a shower. Besides, he deliberately wrote the words in the middle of his eyelids and wrote so small, just to make people unable to see them when they open their eyes...

Ning Qing deliberately did not blink and looked at him lightly: "What about you? How do you feel?"

"Me? It's pretty good too..."

"?"

"very good!"

"How is my figure?"

"Better than I thought!"

"Have you had fun?"

"Fun!"

“Satisfied?”

"satisfy!"

"Where do you want to bury?"

"Buried beside you..."

“Respond very quickly.”

"Overall, the third in the world."

“…”

Ning Qing stopped in place and smiled.

The eyes still cannot blink.

“emmm…”

Chen Shu felt that there was some danger here, so he put away the book, silently retreated, and said to her: "You can feel your improvement well. If you haven't eaten for so long, you will definitely be hungry. I'll go down to warm up your meal..."

"I'm not hungry."

"I have to go on even if I'm not hungry. Just now, Taozi seemed to ask me to guide it to write a paper, so I have to go over and take a look."

“…”

Ning Qing watched him turn around and leave quickly, pursed his lips, withdrew his gaze lightly, and said nothing.

Just treat it as a benefit to him.

Another half an hour later.

When she went downstairs, Chen Shu had already heated her up for the meal. It was left over from the two of them at noon. The small portion of potatoes were repotted, the small portion of fat intestines were hot, and there was actually a toothpick meat that was rarely made in the past. This was more like a snack when watching TV. It was obvious that this person was in a good mood when he woke up this morning, otherwise he would not have had such leisure time.

A plate of toothpick meat was left with only two pieces left for her.

Ning Qing sat down silently and started eating.

Chen Shu sat opposite her, watched her eat, and asked, "Can you fly?"

"have no idea."

"Is there any suitable flying spell?"

"The air-control technique."

"The latest version?"

"10th year version."

"I have a latest version, which I specially borrowed from the sect for you." Chen Shu took out a copy of "The Technique of the Sky", "I heard that compared to the previous version, the newly discovered core runes have been replaced with the rune structure, and the performance has been greatly improved."

The air-resistance technique is the most common flying spell in China, and most practitioners learn it.

But it doesn't mean it's normal.

Since the learning threshold for flying spells is high, there are not many practitioners at the sixth level or above, and few ordinary people have reached the sixth level by their hobbies, so there are relatively few types of flying spells, and their advantages and disadvantages are very intuitive. Most practitioners will directly choose the best one to practice. Therefore, the air control technique is also the best among conventional flying spells. Its abilities in all aspects are very balanced, and it has defeated almost all competitors in China.

Some things are too popular because they are ordinary, while others are excellent.

This is how the air-control technique is.

After all, not every practitioner is a spiritual practitioner and has enough energy to learn two flying spells at the same time. For practitioners in other systems, flying spells themselves are large-scale spells, and learning one will cost you a life.

“Learn quickly.”

Chen Shu couldn't help but urge her: "Then I can take your hand and go out and fly everywhere, just like a fairy couple."

Ning Qing ate silently and did not answer.

"Talking to you."

Glutu

Ning Qing swallowed the things in her mouth, stretched out her hand slowly, pinched a toothpick in the plate, and inserted it with a piece of plum blossom that was fried until the skin was burnt and spicy and fragrant. This was the last piece. She did not rush to eat it, but looked up at Chen Shu and said:

“It tastes good.”

“…”
To be continued...