Chapter 67: Warmth and Green Tea "I'm afraid you don't like it"

"snort"

Han Xunzhen tapped the jade tablet in his hand lightly, snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed at Xie Tingyu, "Who else could it be? Of course it's your husband."

Xie Tingyu thought she had heard wrongly. She scratched her ears and frowned, "Who? Are you talking about my husband?"

Except for Xie Tingyu, everyone else present looked unhappy. Standing outside the secret room, in the dim light, their faces looked frighteningly gloomy.

Especially warmth and.

Xie Tingyu would call him a master of face-changing after seeing this, but what about her husband, Wen Zhi and Hei Lian?

Not true.

"Why are your emotions more volatile than mine? Am I not the person involved?" Xie Tingyu raised his voice. Hearing this, Han Xunzhen let out another "tsk".

"It was Qiu Qingyu. He was like a lunatic. He came out of the illusion and said he wanted to find his wife. He was talking nonsense. Before I even asked, he shouted that his wife's name was Xie Tingyu."

Even though they were indeed a fake couple in a fantasy world, he wouldn't be the one to pester her after he got out, right?

Xie Tingyu was speechless.

Wen Zhiyu forced a smile, "It's okay, don't pay attention to him for now. Isn't Junior Sister hungry? I'll go buy some peach blossom cakes."

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu nodded and smiled brightly, "Then I'll trouble you, Senior Brother."

Xie Tingyu dragged out the last word of "senior brother" a little too long. Wen Zhiyu turned his head away with a faint smile on his lips.

Han Xunzhen and Zelan looked at each other, then at Bai Lingling who looked confused. "To be honest, we almost made a wasted trip. I'm really sad."

Most of the disciples in Xilin Huanlou knew about the accident that happened to Xie Tingyu and others in the desert, and they discussed in private what happened to them. As usual, when a disciple was in trouble, it would be announced publicly within the sect.

Tell the disciples who are in trouble, and warn and punish other disciples.

This time, the talented disciple from Xuan Yuntian was seriously injured, but not a single piece of news was leaked out, which inevitably caused panic among the disciples.

Chen Chanyi was entangled in this matter. Not to mention that Xie Tingyu's identity had nothing to do with Xilin Fantasy Tower on the surface, the appearance of the Underworld Palace illusion was too bizarre, and Xuan Yuntian's lecturer Wang Xiaodu was buried here.

All these coincidences appearing at the same time are still too strange.

"Are you still worried about A-Yu?" Yun Heng suddenly appeared behind Chen Chanyi, her voice much softer than during the day.

"Now you know to call me A-Yu. You were so cruel to the child today. Be careful that A-Yu will bear a grudge and disown you." Helplessness flashed across Chen Chanyi's bright face.

Yun Heng sighed, "You should understand my intention. Ah Yu's origin is unknown, and there are many suspicious points about her. But you just can't find any faults. This is the most terrifying thing."

"Before we set out for Xilin Fantasy Building, Ge Teng came to me and told me that he had personally gone to Xuzhou, found the home Xie Tingyu mentioned, and visited the neighbors. He confirmed that what Xie Tingyu said was true. Xie Tingyu was really just a mortal. But he was reminding me in his words that Xie Tingyu's life experience was strange."

Chen Chanyi looked at Yun Heng's frown and smiled softly, "It's impossible for a mortal from an ordinary family to be proficient in ghost spells. Everyone can think of this, but Ah Yu didn't deliberately hide it, but instead put it out in the open."

"Also, after Ah Yu awakened the Polaris Disk, she didn't seem to be able to use lightning-attribute magic."

When hearing this, Yun Heng's eyes dodged for a moment. Chen Chanyi knew something was wrong and stopped talking.

Yun Heng laughed awkwardly, "Haha," "Actually, it's because I haven't guided Ah Yu yet. She probably doesn't know how to activate the power of the Polaris Disk yet."

"How can there be such an incompetent master as you?" Chen Chanyi forgot to analyze Xie Tingyu's abnormality at this time, and reached out to pull Yunheng's ear.

Seeing this, Yun Heng shrank her neck, quickly took out a plate of delicious pastries from her storage ring, and said, "Don't be angry, look what I brought you."

Chen Chanyi grabbed Yunheng's ear accurately, lowered his eyes to look at her, and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Of course it was given by my disciple." Yun Heng narrowed his eyes at Chen Chanyi and quickly changed his words: "I got it from Wen."

"He can make peach blossom cakes? Who does he make them for?"

Yun Heng picked out a piece of the best quality and handed it to her, sneering, "Who else could it be? Wen is really interested in his junior sister."

Xie Tingyu fell on the bed, staring at the head of the bed, "Wen Zhiyu, if you don't come, I will die."

A faint fragrance quickly filled her nostrils. Xie Tingyu jumped up, stared at Wen Zhiyu with a pair of pitiful eyes, and quickly walked to the table and sat down.

"Brother, where did you buy it? Why are you taking so long?"

Hearing this, Wen Zhiyu was also slightly stunned. He came back to his senses only after hearing Xie Tingyu's words.

He was so self-centered that he wanted to show off his abilities, but he forgot about his poor sister who was starving at home.

"It's my fault now, I'm sorry." Wen Zhiyu served the pastries on a white porcelain plate, holding a lunch box in his other hand.

He smiled, placed the things in his hands in front of Xie Tingyu, opened them one by one patiently, and carefully reminded Xie Tingyu, "It's a little hot, be careful, tell me if you want to eat anything else, but it should be light, your injury has not healed yet."

"Got it. Do you want to eat with us?" Xie Tingyu picked up the chopsticks, looked up and smiled when he saw Wen Zhiyu didn't move.

Wen Zhiyu shook his head. "You eat it. I have been fasting for many years and I am not used to this kind of food."

Xie Tingyu bowed his head, "Well then...why don't you sit down first? You feel too oppressed like this."

Wen Zhiyu seemed to have changed his clothes. He had never worn this goose yellow dress before, but the red silk hairband he used had not changed. Xie Tingyu even thought about giving him a hairband. After all, this red hairband had been there since the first time she met him.

E Huang magnified Wen Zhiyu's gentle aura, which was indescribably kind. He seemed afraid that Xie Tingyu would feel uncomfortable, so although he sat down, he did not stare at her.

Instead, he took out a water-blue longsword. The Frost Mist Sword was Wen Zhiyu's natal sword. As a sword practitioner, he never left his sword. If the Frost Mist Sword was not worn on his body, it must be stored in his dantian.

Wen Zhiyu seems to be indifferent, but his love for swords seems to be very great.

Xie Ting had half a piece of peach cake stuffed in her jade mouth. She raised her eyes and stared at Wen Zhiyu's profile.

He was lowering his head and carefully wiping the Frost Mist Sword, meticulously, as if he was completely unaware of Xie Tingyu's gaze.

"Ahem"

Xie Tingyu coughed twice. Wen Zhiyu, who was sitting opposite him, looked up suddenly. He threw away the handkerchief in his hand and quickly poured a cup of tea for her. He didn't even care that the Frost Mist Sword almost fell to the ground. He asked anxiously, "What's wrong... Did you choke?"

Wen Zhiyu's reaction was beyond Xie Tingyu's expectations. Xie Tingyu didn't expect his emotions to fluctuate so much. She glanced at the Frost Mist Sword that was shaking on Wen Zhiyu's knees.

His pupils trembled slightly, and he took the tea and drank it, swallowing the choking pastry.

"Eat slowly. I won't compete with you for the food."

She raised her hand and relaxed her neck. "This peach blossom pastry is delicious. Where did you buy it?"

"I bought it on a street in the Western Regions. I was in a hurry when I got here, so I forgot which store it was."

"There's always oil paper?"

Xie Tingyu meant that peach blossom pastry should be wrapped in oil paper, so you can always tell which brand it is from.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhihe slowly fixed the Frost Mist Sword, picked up the fallen handkerchief and took a look at it, put the handkerchief in a storage ring, took out a clean handkerchief and continued to wipe his sword.

"No, I brought the oil paper myself." He seemed to be afraid that Xie Tingyu would not believe his words, so he added: "When you go out, you always have to prepare some things, just in case."

Xie Tingyu smiled and said, "Okay, I hope you can remember it next time."

She sighed, took a sip of tea, and then picked up a piece of peach blossom cake.

As for the food in the lunch box, she hardly touched it except for a plate of cabbage.

In a place that Xie Tingyu didn't notice, Wen Zhiyu raised the corners of his lips and a smile appeared in his lowered eyes.

He calmly looked at the dishes on the table, and took a closer look at the plate of cabbage, the only one that Xie Tingyu had taken a bite of.

Then he nodded slightly, barely perceptible.

Xie Tingyu ate up the entire plate of peach blossom pastry, and the chopsticks in her right hand only picked up a piece of cabbage in the middle, which seemed to serve only a decorative purpose.

She wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth and looked up to see Wen Zhiyu changing the handkerchief in his hand and reaching towards her.

She was slightly puzzled and tilted her head. "What? You want me to help you polish your sword?"

Seeing the remnants of peach blossom on Xie Tingyu's face, Wen Zhihe wanted to pass the handkerchief to her, but Xie Tingyu suddenly raised his head, causing his fingers to freeze in mid-air, feeling awkward.

"No, I just need to stretch my muscles after rubbing the sword for a long time."

Wen Zhiyu withdrew his hand with a wooden face and replied.

"Do you like peach blossom cakes?" Wen Zhiyu glanced at the plate of cabbage before asking, but ultimately didn't ask, "Do you like cabbage?"

I guess, besides peach blossom pastry, your favorite thing should be cabbage?

Wen Zhiyu didn't know what he had decided, and nodded silently in front of Xie Tingyu. Xie Tingyu didn't understand, "It tastes okay."

She was about to continue talking when Wen Zhiyu suddenly hissed. Xie Tingyu paused and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhiyu was curling up her fingers, but when she noticed Xie Tingyu's gaze was turned towards her, she quickly covered her fingers with a handkerchief.

It looks like an intentional cover-up.

Xie Tingyu walked over the middle chair, took a few steps forward, and grabbed Wen Zhiyu's wrist without allowing any questioning.

The slightly swollen back of her hand came into view, and Xie Tingyu's pupils shrank slightly, "How did it happen?"

She could tell at a glance that it was a burn. She had no time to think about anything else at the moment, and for no reason, she wanted to ask him.

Where did this injury come from?

"No problem." Wen Zhiyu turned her head to the side. He sat on the chair, without the sharp edge of the sword as before. Now he looked up at her, and actually looked a little obedient.

"Did you make all these things?" Xie Tingyu's eyes widened, with disbelief in his voice.

Wen Zhiyu's voice was slightly lowered, "I was afraid you wouldn't like it."

"How can a single man and a single woman be in the same room?" Han Xunzhen whispered outside the door, and sighed silently under Zelan's cold gaze.

"I didn't expect that he would actually use my method. The strong smell of tea was so strong that I could smell it even from outside the door."