Chapter 215

Shopping? After buying clothes, you have to eat.

It's normal to say that it doesn't matter if you don't eat Su Tang and Mo Qinglan's accomplishments. But it's not easy to come to this world. How can you give up the delicious food.

"Nephew, can you eat spicy food?"

Mo Qinglan thinks that little martial uncle is really out of line with him, but even so, he still nodded, "yes."

Su Tang gave him a deep look. "That's good. Let's go. Martial uncle invites you to dinner."

Mo Qinglan can't eat spicy food, but he can't show it. The water in the teapot is gone, and he doesn't ask the second child to add it. Instead, he drinks the fruit wine that Su Tang ordered for himself.

Su Tang is sweating. She looks up to see Mo Qinglan and doesn't frown, but she drinks cup after cup of tea for herself. In the end, she estimates that the tea is gone, but she still drinks the wine she ordered.

"Is the wine good?"

fruit wine is sweet and not as spicy as Baijiu, and the ink is eating the tongue. It is just the effect of buffering, and the taste is relieved. The whole people calmed down, "well, well, I'll order another pot."

Su Tang saw him dead duck mouth hard, with a smile nodded, "good."

Mo Qinglan has always been self disciplined and seldom indulges in wine. Fruit wine is not intoxicating, but he can't stand it. He drank pot after pot. In order to accompany Su Tang to eat Sichuan food, he poured three pots of wine. In order to hide that he didn't eat spicy, he even showed his special love for fruit wine.

"In the past, I seldom came into contact with wine. I thought it was spicy, but I didn't expect fruit wine to be sweet and mellow."

Su Tang is almost laughing. How can this person be so cute.

"It's delicious, but it's the first time for my younger martial nephew to drink it. Be careful you're drunk. Although fruit wine is sweet, it is also wine. "

Mo Qinglan doesn't think so, "little martial uncle, don't worry, I have a sense of propriety."

When they were ready to return to Qishan school, Su Tang finally understood the danger of drunk driving.

It's too bumpy, and the sword is still twisting. Su Tang is afraid of falling, so she can only hold people's hand. "Little martial nephew, no, let's go back to town. We can find an inn to stay for a day, and then go back when you wake up."

Ear is full of the wind whistling by, Mo Qinglan actually hear not really, vaguely heard her asking if he can.

How can a man say no? It's insulting himself!

"Don't worry, little martial uncle. I can do it."

Su Tang is crying. If she falls down and dies, she will become a joke of the whole Xiuzhen world.

She could even think of the title.

#Shocked! Tianjianzong, the fairy of the first month, fell down because of drunk driving! #

? Cherish your life and stay away from drunk driving. #

? The driving was not standard, and the relatives were in tears. #

Su Tang is a brain tonic, no matter whether he will be cut by the man's sword or not, he directly hugs his waist with both hands, "little martial nephew, son, let's be obedient, you first Ouch, ouch, it's going to turn over

Although Mo Qinglan is no different from his normal life, his head is a paste. At this moment, he is suddenly held around his waist, and he is still a little martial uncle. All of a sudden, the whole person froze. Originally, the imperial sword didn't do well, so it completely overturned.

But he still remembers that when he fell, he had to protect people in his arms.

Qishan had 3681 steps. When she fell from this height, Su Tang had only two words left in her head.

It's over.

It's getting cold.

"System, quick..."

Before she finished, the system was quite calm and said, "don't worry, there are men protecting you. From the final data of my simulation, you will vomit some blood at most. Allah

Su Tang can't be safe. This body is too useless. Although it won't die, half of it will fail.

Fortunately, although Mo Qinglan is drunk, he can still remember to protect the person tightly. When he finally falls on the ground, he is also carrying his own back to the ground.

"Little martial uncle, are you ok?"

This fall, five zang organs all pain, almost can't maintain the expression on the face, but he still remember Su Tang.

Su Tang because of inertia, chest a fishy, and finally really like the system, so, a mouthful of blood are sprayed out.

Mo Qinglan seems to have fallen into the ice cellar, and his flustered hands are a little chilly, "little martial uncle, how are you?"

Su Tang can't stand up at the moment, so she can only lie on him with a very indecent posture. However, Mo Qinglan doesn't notice that he is full of blood vomiting.

"Help me up." Su Tang said weakly, "there's still something to save. I can't die."

Mo Qinglan also woke up now, and his head was clear. He immediately took out the pills he took with him. "Little martial uncle, this pill is hemostatic. You should take it first."

Su Tang wanted to say that the blood would be more comfortable after spitting out, but looking at his worried appearance, she did not retort, but took a swallow. After taking the medicine, he looked around his eyes and sighed, "nephew, I have to continue to trouble you."

"Little martial uncle, just say it.""When you fly with the imperial sword later, remember to hold the little martial uncle and fall down again, and you will lose your life."

Mo Qinglan knows that this time it's up to him, and he feels guilty. "Little martial uncle, don't worry."

Su Tang sighed, "I'm not sure. I won't drink after I promise my martial uncle."

If she didn't want to tease him and take him to Sichuan cuisine, he would not have drunk. If he didn't drink, these things would not have happened.

She hates it.

Mo Qinglan himself is in a mess, but Su Tang's hand is steady. This time, there was no accident, but after returning to Qishan sect, Su Tang let him go.

After a while, she was much better. At least she could walk by herself.

"Little martial nephew, it's getting late. Go back and have a rest." Finish saying, back to him waved, full of free and easy.

Only Mo Qinglan, body shape, finally eyes linger on her waist, until she disappeared in front of his eyes.

He looked down at his hand. When he fell, his hand was scratched by the branch, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, his head was full of his little martial uncle's waist.

Soft and thin

The thought flashed through his mind and was soon banished by him.

What is he thinking? The clown has been dead for a year. How can he forget her so quickly and think about others!

Deeply closed eyes, and then open eyes, Mo Qinglan's eyes will no longer have any emotion.

The next day, he got up early in the morning, but he heard the exclamations of disciples in the courtyard.

He frowned. When he went out, he found that the little martial uncle had got up. Her face no longer ruddy, but pale and bloodless, although smiling, but the whole person is like that fragile delicate porcelain, as if a touch, it will break into pieces.

"Little martial uncle!"

Su Tang lazily raised her eyelids and saw that it was him. Her smile remained unchanged. "How are you getting up?"

Mo Qinglan, "let the little martial uncle worry, no matter."

Su Tang nodded to know, but he was one of the disciples. He exclaimed: "elder martial brother, younger martial uncle said that you met the deputy leader of Hehuan sect yesterday?"

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