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Han Xiu walked over, raised his head and carelessly pushed at his head, saying: "Why didn't you rub my back when I asked you to?"

Murong Qing just raised her head and looked at him without saying a word.

Seeing him like this, Han Xiu felt that he couldn't understand at all. They were all men, what was there to be embarrassed about? Was it because this kid was gay that he didn't dare to be honest with his brethren?

Han Xiu felt that this reason was quite reasonable, so he did not say anything further, threw his clothes to the side, and went out to find a place to cool down.

There was a big tree near the Bamboo House. It looked somewhat old, with thick trunk and lush leaves. It was the most suitable place to enjoy the cool weather in this hot summer.

Han Xiu had discovered this good place long ago. Every day when he had nothing better to do, he would come here to sit and enjoy the cool wind and the feeling of nature. It was especially wonderful.

He even specially made a hammock under this big tree, which made it comfortable to lie down on.

At this time, Han Xiu heard footsteps approaching and he didn't even need to look to know who it was. He didn't open his eyes and continued to enjoy with his eyes closed.

When he stood beside Han Xiu, Murong Qing just looked at him with his eyes closed, hands on his head and one leg on his other leg, without saying a word.

He pursed his lips, seeming to be in a dilemma.

After a while, a resolute look appeared in her clear eyes.

He raised his hand and tugged on Han Xiu's sleeve, only to hear Han Xiu asking with his eyes closed: "If you have something to say, then say it."

Murong Qing then asked: "What do you think of Third Gender?"

"Madman?" Han Xiu opened his eyes and looked at him, puzzled, "Why do you ask such a strange question?"

Murong Qing hurriedly explained: "It's not a lunatic, it's Third Gender, a tribute. Third Gender."

"Third Gender? What was that? I've never heard of it. " Han Xiu answered without even thinking.

Murong Qing looked at Han Xiu in shock and said, "How can that be? The entire Western Yuan Continent knows about the existence of the Third Gender, how could you not know? You must be joking! "

Hearing Murong Qing's words, Han Xiu searched his brain for any information related to the 'Third Gender'. In the end, there wasn't any information related to the Third Gender in Da Zhuang's memories.

Han Xiu glanced at Murong Qing and said, "I don't know, but I don't know. Is that important?"

Murong Qing looked at Han Xiu strangely. After a long while, he changed the method he was using and asked, "Do you know the Monarch Orchid Mark?"

"Monarch's orchid imprint? "I only know about gentleman orchids, but I don't know what the mark of monarch orchids is."

If he didn't know, then he didn't know. There was nothing to pretend for, adding on to that, Han Xiu did not intend to continue pretending, it was just to tease this brat.

Now, Murong Qing looked at Han Xiu with an even weirder expression than before. "I really suspect that you came out from deep in the mountains. This is something that everyone knows! "

"Didn't I say that I lost my memory?"

"But you said in my room that you recovered your memories?"

"There's something wrong with your ears. I'm talking about recovering a little of your memories."

"…"

Han Xiu could not be bothered with him, and closed his eyes to continue enjoying the cool breeze.

However, in less than a minute, he felt something poking at him. When he opened his eyes, he saw Murong Qing touching his arm with his finger.

"You're really not joking with me?"

Han Xiu pinched Murong Qing's serious face and said: "Do you think I'm lying?"

Murong Qing tugged on his sleeves, then raised his hand and pointed at the grass under the tree, saying: "Come down, let's sit there and chat."

If it was still Han Xiu who was an assassin, other than his master and his temporary girlfriends, most people would not dare to make such a casual move towards him, because his attitude towards anyone was cold and filled with bloodlust.

So, when he saw Murong Qing pull on his sleeves again, he was a little stunned. This feeling of being close to and being dependent on others, it was hard to say whether he liked it or hate it, it was just that he felt a little uncomfortable.

Han Xiu got off the hammock and patted the back of Murong Qing's head, saying, "Let's go."

Thus, one tall and one short, they sat down on the shady grass under the tree.