"Give it to me, you go out first!" The young master stood up and took the teapot. "yes!" The shopkeeper took a careful look at the two of them, and then slowly exited the private room. "Mr. Zhongli, this is the best tea in Liuliting, let me pour you a cup!" The son smiled and lifted the teapot and filled Zhongli's cup. Immediately, he came to the tea shop. “Good tea!” Zhongli nodded slightly. As a person who often tastes tea, he can naturally tell whether the tea is good or bad.

"Then try it!" The son smiled. Then, in order not to arouse Zhongli's suspicion, he also poured himself a glass. But there is another mystery in it. The teapot boy in front of him asked the shopkeeper to do it-hands and feet. There are two types of tea in it, As long as the control mechanism can pour out different teas. Zhongli's cup of tea contains Wangyou Gu, And his cup is normal tea. "Something is wrong!" Zhongli frowned slightly. He has lived for thousands of years, what kind of conspiracy has he not seen? Whether it's the young master's sudden enthusiasm, or the shopkeeper's cautiousness just now, It made him feel a little abnormal. After thinking for a moment, his eyes were on the tea in front of him. "Is there something wrong with this tea?" Zhongli had a guess in his mind. Thinking of this, his heart moved. Crash!

The chair under the son suddenly cracked. The young master was unprepared, and fell to the ground quickly. Zhongli took advantage of this time, waved his hand, In an instant, the two cups of tea on the table were exchanged. No traces can be seen at all! For him, this is a very simple matter. "Oh, let me go, the quality of the chairs from Lixiang is too bad!" The young master stood up from the ground depressedly, and then changed to a new chair. "Have a cup of tea and calm down!" Zhongli smiled slightly. "That's right! Mr. Zhongli, please!" The son nodded. Then the two of them held up their teacups and took a sip. “Good tea!” Zhongli took a sip and put it down. Then pay attention to the situation of the son. "What's going on, why do you feel dizzy?" After drinking the tea, the young master felt a little confused. Can't help shaking his head. "Dizziness? Could it be a drug?" Zhongli guessed in his heart. Young master, is this trying to stun him, and then steal the heart of God? But what happened next made him a little confused. "Huh? Why am I here?" After looking at the surrounding environment, the young master became a little puzzled. But when he saw Mr. Zhongli, his eyes lit up. "Mr. Zhongli, did you invite me here?" "No, on the contrary, you invited me!"

Zhongli shook his head. "I invited you? But I don't remember it?" The son was taken aback. "You don't remember? Then you and I discussed the Ultraman stone statue with me just now, and how about pouring me tea?" Zhongli asked with a frown. "What is the Ultraman statue? Also, have I poured tea?" The son looked confused. Why can't he understand a word Mr. Zhongli said? Vaguely, he felt as if he had forgotten something. "It seems that the tea is not a drug, but a drug that can make people lose their memory..." The corner of Zhongli's mouth twitched. He originally thought that the other party used the drug for the sake of seeking the heart of God. This is the result? What do you mean by this amnesia drug? But according to Zhongli's understanding of the young master, he should not do such a boring thing. "The amnesia medicine, could it be that it's for a bet?" After pondering for a while, Zhongli had another guess in his mind. Because of the recent intersection between him and the young master, That's the only thing that matters. What's more, he sent a large bill in the morning. Thinking about it this way, Perhaps the son felt that the bill was too much and he couldn't afford it. But I was too embarrassed to directly reject the bet. Just at this time, I don't know where to get this amnesia drug. Then the young master was going to use this to make himself forget the bet. Soon, Zhongli guessed the general situation of the matter. He even suspected that the drug might be the reward he got from Boss Han's comic shop. ask for flowers......

Otherwise, the young master would definitely have used it early in the morning. "You and I are friends, just talk directly, why bother!" Zhongli sighed. But it also reminded him, Even though there is a bet, it is impossible to continue cheating the young master like this. After all, making stone statues is not a small amount! "Looks like I have to go to Liyue Qixing for help later!" It doesn't feel like Mora, it's really not good! Now Zhongli finally understands the feeling of his old friend Wendy. small amount is ok, But once you encounter huge funds, it will be more troublesome. "Mr. Zhongli, are you leaving?" Seeing Zhongli who got up and left, the young master stood up and asked. "Well, there's still some work to be done!" Zhongli nodded. After a pause, he reminded again. "With your strength, the memory loss shouldn't last long, but don't drink the tea on this table!" After giving some instructions, Zhongli left directly. "Why is the tea on the table undrinkable?" The son suddenly became curious. That's how people are! If you don't say it, there may be nothing! But the more you stop him, the more he wants to do it. This is how it is now, son. Curious, he poured himself a cup of tea. "Shouldn't it be poisonous?" He muttered to himself softly, then drank it down. Then the feeling of familiarity sets in.

Confused, as if forgetting something. It took him a while to recover. "Huh? Why am I here? Who brought me here?" The young master looked at the situation in the private room, with some doubts on his face. But it looks like there should be another guest. Is he not here yet? The young master scratched his head, feeling something was wrong. "Forget it, I'll have a sip of tea first, let's talk when people arrive! 17 Shaking his head, if he can't figure it out, he just doesn't want to. So the young master poured himself another cup of tea. Then, Once again fell into a state of amnesia. Keep repeating...of....