C8 He Accidentally Met Zhao Chan Qiu

Zhao Qinghe was unable to walk two miles before the heavy rain arrived. In the blink of an eye, the drizzle had turned into a heavy downpour, and he was instantly drenched and in a sorry state.

"Master, you are a little weak right now. " 306's voice was filled with worry.

Zhao Qinghe didn't even have the strength to complain. " So? Are you going to use your ability to help me recover?" Apart from 'telepathy', he had never seen any other abilities of the system.

306 hesitated for a while, then carefully said, "Master, you are too weak, so. . . I need to sleep for a while. "

Zhao Qinghe:. . . ""

"Master, you are too weak, which causes me to lack energy, so I have to sleep. " 306 said.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Zhao Qinghe was getting colder and colder. Correspondingly, it was getting weaker and weaker. The system depended on its master to survive, and now his condition was very bad, causing the system to have no choice but to forcefully hibernate.

Unable to do so, Zhao Qinghe nodded. "En. "

"Master, besides your age, you will not die from any other injuries here. Don't worry. Before 306 finished speaking, he left a trace of electric sound and did not make a sound.

The system was forced to hibernate, which also meant that Zhao Qinghe's body was extremely weak. He bit the tip of his tongue hard and immediately became much more clear-headed. He remembered that he used to play mind games with other people. He had never suffered this kind of punishment before.

Zhao Qinghe narrowed his eyes and saw a mud house not far away. He was afraid that he had myopia wrong, and only after walking another ten meters did he confirm that there were still people talking there. Zhao Qinghe felt like there was finally a road in front of the mountain. He pulled his suitcase and ran over excitedly.

The sound of the wheels of the suitcase rubbing against the sludge attracted the attention of the people hiding in the mud houses. The teacher saw someone running towards them. It was probably because they were rushing and didn't rush to rain. It just so happened that their luck wasn't good.

"Can we go in and hide from the rain?" Zhao Qinghe's voice sounded a little weak in the rain, but it did not prevent others from hearing the content clearly.

Zhao Chanqiu was sitting on a wooden bench, but when he heard the voice, he looked up. It was a man in a coat. His clothes were dripping to the ground, and he was completely drenched. In comparison, they were quite lucky to have met this mud house as soon as it rained.

When the teacher saw that the incomer was drenched in water, he hurriedly went forward to pull him. "Aiya, come, come, come. Don't be polite. Why are you so drenched?"

Zhao Qinghe unnaturally dodged the teacher's hand. "Thank you. I got up halfway. I didn't expect that. "

Her voice was pleasant to the ears, stunning Zhao Chanqiu.

Furthermore, it sounded a little familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

"Young man, drink a bowl of tea and rest for a while. The rain might not stop anytime soon. " The owner of the mud house was a grandpa in his sixties. He sat on a bench and a wooden lump was burning beside him. The wooden lump was red and there was a teapot on it.

The old man poured a bowl of tea and handed it to Zhao Qinghe.

Zhao Qinghe took it and thanked him. He walked closer to the burning lump and took off his coat to wring it with water. He found a stool and sat down as well. He reached out and started the fire.

The mud house fell silent again.

Zhao Qinghe felt a little better, but 306 did not have any intention of waking up. He took out his phone and looked at the screen. It was 12: 40, and there was still enough time.

"Brother, are you playing with your phone?" Xu Minfu, who had always been bold, went up to him and said, "It seems to be very advanced. "

Zhao Qinghe was caught off guard by the sudden conversation. He said with slight embarrassment, "Yes, yes, what's wrong?"

"Brother. . . I'm just asking. When I make money in the future, I'll buy one too. " Xu Minfu's envious eyes refused to fade. He Licai went forward and poked Xu Minfu, telling him not to talk to strangers.

Zhao Chanqiu was upset by this scene, but he did not know where it started.

The rain outside seemed to be getting smaller.