Chapter 971

As expected, Cui pan was furious and firmly expressed the idea of refusing to let go.

"Why do you want to go? In the past 20 years, you have been living a good life in Fengdu? Let's stay here. Maybe it's not suitable for you, Yuxi... "

She smiled, raised her eyes and looked at Cui Pan's frown. She moved her fingertips, but she didn't come forward to help him.

Meng Po's words on that day left traces in her heart. She knew that whether Cui pan intended to think about her or something, she would not be too close to Cui pan since she had no such thoughts.

"Cui pan, I just went to the mortal world for a walk. I stayed in the underworld for too long, and I almost forgot what kind of scenery is in the sunny world." "I will come back. My home is here," she said softly

I will come back, my home -

Cui pan clenches his fingertips, his thin lips are tight, and his handsome face is gloomy

This is a bit aggressive.

She looked at Cui in a complicated way. The heart lake is calm without waves.

For a while, she slowly opened her lips, "ah Just casually, Cui pan is very strange. "She turns the cup in her hand, and the cold air penetrates into the meridians through her fingertips, which is a little boring." you see, everything in the hell is cold. Even if it's warm tea, it's a little bitter in my mouth. I'm alone here. I'm tired of this life occasionally. Why not go out for a walk? "

"Da --"

she gently lowered the cup, and gazed down at the ripples of the tea in the cup. The red line on the plain white wrist rings the bell.

For a long time, Cui pan didn't speak.

"Cui pan, I'm here to let you know. I'm going to go to the Yangjian after I leave the yinlv department."

Cui pan was shocked and scratched pain in her long and thin eyes. "You -" he got up abruptly and hit the stone pillar with a fist. At that moment, it seemed that the whole ground was shaking. "So, I can't stop you at all, can I, Xi?"

"I......"

With a sigh, Qingrun's eyes gently look at Cui pan. The rising lip angle is in Cui Pan's eyes at the moment, and her heart is full of acid.

"Cui pan, in your eyes, it's only a flick of his fingers in the past decades. I've brewed a lot of wine for you and buried it in the cellar in my backyard. If you want to drink, you can send a lantern slave to dig it. Maybe I'll be back when you finish that cellar. "

"Maybe Yangjian is the same as the underground. I can go back in a few days."

"Is it..." Cui Pan's eyelashes trembled and his fists clenched

A Zheng, and then the lips open a faint smile, light as blue, not charming enough, but gentle enough.

Her dark and clear eyes can almost see the end at a glance. It's within reach, but Cui pan feels as if she's hidden in the misty wind. When she raises her hand, it disappears.

She said, "Cui pan, I'm determined to leave. I owe you the favor. I'll pay it back when I come back."

"It's not early. I have to hurry, so I won't disturb you. Cui pan, goodbye."

She stroked her skirt and got up. She held silver turbid in her left hand and took her old oilpaper umbrella in her right hand, which was still steaming.