The senior sister who refuses to fall in love has become a god.

Chapter 40: Boil a pot of osmanthus tea
The little green dragon did as he was told. He opened his mouth and sucked it in as hard as he could. Fortunately, there wasn't much water in the tank, so he quickly sucked it all up.

Its belly gradually grew bigger. Qian Shu couldn't help laughing when he faced it.

"You're so fat."

"Don't laugh at me. You're almost dead. You'd better think about what to do quickly."

Xiao Qinglong said angrily, Qian Shu put her hand under his arm, and picked it up with her good arm.

After Su Fan finished telling her story, she saw that the rope in her hand had lost its movement. She pulled it gently and frowned.

Could he be dead?Why can't you help making fun of me?

From her perspective, she could only see Qian Shu lying head down in the water tank, motionless.

Su Fan forcefully pulled her out to see what was going on.

"Don't pretend to be dead for me, the punishment is not over yet...ah!"

Qian Shu hugged the little green dragon and turned around fiercely. A column of water suddenly emerged from the little green dragon's mouth. It was the sewage it had just sucked in, and now it sprayed onto Su Fan's face without a drop.

Qian Shu laughed sincerely, her black hair was wet, and some crumbs stuck to her cheeks. Her smile seemed to be the sunshine breaking through the dark clouds in the originally broken and miserable state.

She wiped her face: "It's worth dying."

Su Fan, who was sprayed with saliva, was furious and didn't care about any punishment. She made a lotus shape with her hands and turned around, and black sharp blades came out of her hands in vain.

It was a long red-black knife. The blade was like a piece of red-hot iron. There were fire-colored wings spread out on the handle. They stood suspended in the air and trembled slightly like petals with Su Fan's movements.

This was probably her natal magic weapon, and Xiao Qinglong cried out in surprise.

"It's the Dark Suzaku Sword, which has always been the inheritance sword of the future Demon King. How could it be in her hands, unless, unless she killed the old Demon King!"

"I didn't expect you, a little guy, to know a lot. That old guy should have abdicated long ago. This knife is also filled with his blood. Now you two will also be its nourishment."

As if the Dark Suzaku Sword could understand her words, the blade trembled slightly.

"Those who rebel against me will be torn apart."

Su Fan held the sword in one hand and struck with the sword. The wind of the sword directly lifted up one person and one dragon.

Qian Shu hugged Xiao Qinglong tightly, but his body hit the tree trunk firmly.

Some dead branches and leaves fell down, and Su Fan strode over and stabbed her in the heart again. The long knife pierced her body straight, and blood dripped down the blade onto the bark of the tree.

Su Fan cried and laughed. His body didn't know whether he was excited or sad, and even his face began to tremble.

"Hahahaha, tear it apart. I'm going to cut off your limbs and take out your internal organs. I'm going to use magic potion to make your broken heart beat forever in the darkest corner of Guixu!"

As she spoke, she pulled out the long knife and stabbed it into her body again. She really wanted to open up her body and take out her internal organs.

The blade of the long knife slid through the air but suddenly hit an extremely hard object, followed by a huge explosion. The white light of the explosion pierced people's eyes and could not open them for a moment.

Su Fan blocked his sight with his arm, and the world was shrouded in white light. Sometimes the huge light and darkness would have the same effect, making people temporarily blind.

Qian Shu also closed her eyes. After the burning stinging sensation on her eyelids subsided a little, she tried to open her eyes.Lying in a vast expanse of white, one could only vaguely see a green figure walking towards her. She was growing lotuses every step of the way, and her aura was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.

Qian Shu stopped thinking for a moment and lay on the ground, staring at the familiar green figure gradually approaching.

As she got closer, Qian Shu realized that it was Su Fan...

Wait, Su Fan?
Is she the real Su Fan or the fake Su Fan?Qian Shu's mind was in chaos.

Qingyi Su Fan gently lifted her up from the ground and blew a breath on her arm. The broken bones healed instantly and were no different from the original bones.

"Sorry for making you suffer."

Qingyi Su Fan stretched out his hand to tidy up her wet hair. His eyes were full of soft and delicate light, making people unable to help but stare.

Qian Shu only felt his hand being held, like a stiff little zombie that had just entered the world, and was being pulled in one direction by Qingyi Su Fan in a daze.

Where to go?Could it be that he was going to hell? If he died, he would have to go to hell with Su Fan?
Hundreds of thoughts flashed through his mind. The further he walked, the warmer Qian Shu felt his body became, as if he was getting closer to a greenhouse with a burning stove on a snowy day.

A small, transparent figure ran past her. The little girl tied two small balls with a bunch of snow-white apple blossoms on them. She ran past her with a smile, and the small figure disappeared. The older man chased her.

It's that little girl again, who seems to have grown up a little, her hair is neatly tied into a bun, and she is wearing a peach wood hairpin, crying in front of two graves, one new and one old.

Why is she crying? Is it because her father and mother are gone?
Qian Shu wanted to touch her hair to comfort her, but his footsteps did not follow his movements and soon passed through her, and the crying gradually faded away.

The little girl looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old at this time, but she was holding a ledger and looking at it in a presentable manner. She was dressed in Tsing Yi and was very beautiful.

The little girl is 16 years old. She has a good friend. The two like to flutter butterflies and embroider together.

The little girl was 17 years old, and her pursuers lined up from the south of the city to the north.

A little girl, she rescued an ugly, pitiful monster at the door...

"We're here, Qian Shu."

Qian Shu was startled and suddenly turned around, meeting Qingyi Su Fan's watery eyes. She took her hand and pushed open a carved wooden door.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard is in full bloom, and the golden sweet-scented osmanthus hangs from its branches. When blown by the breeze, a golden shimmer slowly falls, and the sweet-scented osmanthus spreads all over the ground, like a golden plush carpet.

The clouds on the horizon are also bright orange. With such warm light, even the wind blowing on the face feels soft, like the caress of feathers.

Su Fan, in green clothes, took her to the foot of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, where there was a stone table. On the stone table, someone had poured hot tea, and the fragrance was fragrant.

"Sit down quickly and try this osmanthus tea."

"Can osmanthus make tea?"

Qian Shu felt that his question was a bit silly, but he spat out the words without thinking.

"Of course, you can dry the fresh osmanthus in the sun, boil it with honey and tea leaves, refrigerate and seal it, take it out when it's time to drink, put it in a small red clay pot, simmer it for half an hour, and you'll get the osmanthus tea. Sweet and fragrant.”

She smiled and lowered her eyes: "I don't like to drink bitter tea."

(End of this chapter)