I'm not a drama god

"strange?"

Chen Ling held her chin with one hand and recalled.

Speaking of which, Jian Changsheng has been a little abnormal recently. Ever since he woke up and ate hot pot, he seemed to have something on his mind. He was not tossing and turning, not in a turbulent state, and even spoke less. He seemed to have become... a little deeper?

"Profound", Chen Ling couldn't imagine that Jian Changsheng could be associated with this word.

However, after waking up, Chen Ling was busy collecting the fragments of his Dao base and dealing with matters in the Lingxu Realm, so he did not directly notice anything unusual about Jian Changsheng. It was only after Sun Bumian reminded him that he realized the problem.

"When I first woke up, I saw a sneaky shadow swaying around... Upon closer inspection, I realized it was Heitao." Sun Bumian continued with a strange expression, "Guess... what he's doing?"

"what?"

"He washed the pair of walnuts I had been polishing for years!"

"...?"

"I was completely stunned at the time. Later, I asked him what he was doing. He said he saw me touching the walnuts all the time and thought they would get a little dirty, so he washed them... At first, I thought he was just looking for trouble, but then I noticed he had even folded my clothes neatly..."

Sun Bumian clapped his hands vigorously and said, "Just tell me if this is evil or not!"

"It's quite strange... but it's not hard to guess."

Chen Ling looked into the distance and paused for a moment.

"From what I know about him, he... probably has his own things to do."

This was not the first time that Jian Changsheng fell into this abnormal state. A similar situation had occurred when they left the underground palace and headed for the Xuanyu Realm... The Sixth Generation was already so familiar with it that Jian Changsheng's little tricks could not escape Chen Ling's eyes.

Sun Bumian seemed to have similar guesses and nodded slightly: "Hmm... After Bai Qi's death, his pressure should be even greater."

Chen Ling sighed softly.

"Let's go back and take a look first."

When Chen Ling returned to the bridge hole, Jiang Xiaohua was still sleeping in the field, and Jin Fugui had disappeared, probably having gone out to beg. Only a figure in a black leather jacket was sitting on the spotless ground with a broom, staring blankly at the sunset that was gradually sinking into the horizon in the distance.

Seeing the figure slowly lengthening in the sunset, Chen Ling was silent for a long time, but finally walked behind him.

“…When do we leave?”

"?!!!"

Jian Changsheng was startled by the sudden sound.

"No buddy, why are you walking so quietly???"

"got used to."

Jian Changsheng calmed his pounding heart, then came to his senses and looked at Chen Ling blankly, "What do you mean by departure..."

"Aren't you leaving?"

"You...how do you know?"

"You showed it quite obviously." Chen Ling replied with a guilty conscience.

Jian Changsheng's behavior was indeed very obvious, but he was too busy to notice it for a while...

Jian Changsheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Well... I'm going to go to the Bingdao Ancient Treasures. Probably... I'll leave tonight."

"So urgent?"

"I should have left two days ago, but Cube hasn't woken up yet, so I wanted to say goodbye to you before I go."

Chen Ling frowned. He sensed something unusual in Jian Changsheng's few words.

"Is it dangerous?"

"No, it's not dangerous." Jian Changsheng immediately waved his hand, "It's just... I don't know when I'll be back. If everything goes well, it will take a few months? If not... it may take a long time."

Chen Ling lowered his head, looked into Jian Changsheng's eyes, and said seriously:

"You don't have to work so hard. You've come all the way from being a nobody in Aurora City to where you are now. You're already pretty impressive."

"Hehe, indeed..." Jian Changsheng subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth, but then he suppressed it again, "But... it's not enough, I can become stronger!"

"Why are you so obsessed with becoming stronger?"

"Only when I become stronger can I defeat you!" Jian Changsheng waved his fist at Chen Ling. "Until now, I have never defeated you once! This time, when I return from the Bingdao Ancient Treasure, I will make you admit defeat willingly!"

Chen Ling smiled helplessly and did not try to persuade him any further. He knew that what Jian Changsheng had decided was not so easy to change.

"Then let's wait until we have dinner before leaving." Chen Ling glanced at the side.

"There are still some ingredients left from the hot pot last time, and Fangkuai is complaining about not getting to eat any... Let's have a meal together as a farewell for you."

"……it is good!"

Jian Changsheng nodded heavily.

……

As the night deepened, an orange bonfire lit up in the dimness, making crackling sounds.

Under the simple bridge, four figures gathered around the fire, skillfully unpacking packages of ingredients and pouring them into the boiling hot pot...

Jin Fugui did not come back. It was unknown whether he had run too far to beg for food, or was being held captive in a corner of the realm by a girl in a black dress who was instructed by someone... In short, this was a farewell dinner exclusively for the 6th generation.

Chen Ling poured the unpacked ingredients into the hot pot;

Sun Bumian used chopsticks to blanch tripe for Jian Changsheng;

Jian Changsheng did nothing but sit aside with chopsticks in his hand, looking somewhat awkwardly at Sun Bumian putting the steaming hot tripe into his bowl.

"Eat." Sun Bumian raised his chin like a boss, "I baked it for you myself."

Jian Changsheng:......

"Meihua, look what this is?" Chen Ling stretched out his hand and gently tapped the ground.

The next second, the soil next to Jiang Xiaohua loosened, and a small centipede the size of an arm poked its head out from the ground, carrying a jar of Five Poisons Wine with a strong aroma and placed it in Jiang Xiaohua's hand.

Jiang Xiaohua's eyes brightened visibly!

"Five Poison Wine!!"

"I promised you before we entered the Ghost Dao Ancient Treasures." Chen Ling smiled. "It took a while to get them over from the Ghostly Abyss... But today, you can drink to your heart's content."

Jiang Xiaohua opened the lid of the wine jar without saying a word and started drinking it in gulps.

"Drink slowly and leave some for me!" Jian Changsheng was a little anxious.

"You drink too?"

"Drink! You must drink today!"

Otherwise, I don’t know if there will be another chance for us to drink together in the future.

Jian Changsheng did not say the second half of the sentence... This trip to the Bingdao Ancient Treasure is extremely risky. If you are not careful, you will lose your soul. In addition, the situation in the human world is turbulent now. Who knows what the future will be like?

Even Jian Changsheng, who usually doesn't like drinking, didn't want to miss this opportunity and filled a glass for himself.

The bonfire illuminated Chen Ling's face. He saw everything that happened to Jian Changsheng...

He didn't say much.

After a while, he raised his glass:

"Come on, cheers!"

"cheers!"

The bonfire was blazing, and the wine and meat were flowing;

They had experienced separation before, but during that time, there might have been concealment, resentment, anger, confusion... They would chase each other and question each other. But this time, they only felt reluctance and nostalgia.

At this moment, the four people all had a vague feeling in their hearts.

This time of separation,

It seems... not quite the same.