Qin Zixin's return to Xiaoyao Valley was what Xicao was looking forward to, but he didn't want Qin Zixin to go back for Zhuge Yan.

"For the Zhuge Pavilion Master, Zixin can only say sorry......"

Qin Zixin's words were very soft, but they echoed for a long time in the hall where the needles could be heard. She pressed the fishy sweetness down her throat and withdrew her hand, and she turned and walked out.

Qin Zixin kept her head down, not because she was discouraged, but because she didn't dare to look at the expression on Zhuge Yan's face that was a 10,000-year-old iceberg.

As for what other people thought, she didn't bother to care, and a buzzing sword sound came, and Qin Zixin stopped walking to the door.

The three-foot white snow finally recognized the owner, and it seemed that it was reluctant to leave Qin Zixin. Qin Zixin didn't care if Dugu Ao would be angry or not, wouldn't it be a shame to wait for this kind of treasure who would recognize the owner?

Qin Zixin returned to the hall, she picked up the three-foot white snow and put the sword back into the scabbard. This three-foot white snow stopped the sword roaring, and Qin Zi's heart was stunned for a while-can't she melt into this shijie after all?

"Sister Purple Heart, we are willing to advance and retreat with you in Xiaoyao Valley, do you still want to go?"

Murong Bing looked at Qin Zixin eagerly, although she was sad, she wanted to see Qin Zixin stay by Zhuge Yan's side.

She wanted to muster up the courage to shout "Don't live up to his feelings", but she felt that she was losing the dignity of Xiaoyao Pavilion by doing so, and it was better to say this kind of thing to Qin Zixin in private.

"Sister Murong, I want to go alone......"

Qin Zixin replied to Murong Bing with a smile and walked out without any nostalgia, leaving everyone with a desolate and lonely back. Dugu Ao wanted to say something, but saw that everyone was distracted.

This Qin Zixin was afraid that the entire rivers and lakes remembered her, and Dugu Ao was also relieved to see Zhuge Yan pass the antidote to the people around him, after all, they were targeting the people of Xiaoyao Pavilion.

It's just that Dugu Ao himself knows that the relationship between Forgotten Dust Villa and Xiaoyao Pavilion is afraid that it has completely broken up......

Zhuge Yan and Xue Lingjing stretched out their hands to her in that situation just now, making Qin Zixin's already cold heart touch the warmth again. However, she didn't know how to answer.

I just hope that if we see each other one day, we can see that everyone is well.

Zhuge Yan is a person who is like an iceberg for ten thousand years, cold and vicious, but it gives her the purest warmth. Although she was clamoring for her life all day long when they first met, Zuihou protected Qin Zixin everywhere.

As for Xue Lingjing, he gave Qin Zixin a lot of hope and destroyed them with his own hands. Just as when they met in the back mountains before, they still looked like they were separated by centuries, and when they turned their heads, he became the son-in-law of Forgotten Dust Villa.

However, the emotions revealed from Xue Lingjing's eyes were not fake, and Zhuge Yan was the same.

No matter what, Qin Zixin still chose to leave alone.

It's not alone, but there's a three-foot white snow and glass comb with me, isn't it? Although the glass comb is no longer the shape of a comb.

Qin Zixin only felt that he was entangled with them, and he had to spurt blood with anger.

As if something was already starting to go wrong, Qin Zixin walked through the long corridor towards the gate.

As soon as she walked to the door, she found that she couldn't suppress the fishy sweetness that rushed straight to her mouth, and a trace of obvious warmth flowed through the corners of her mouth, Qin Zixin took out the fan that Murong Bing had taken away from her and wiped the corners of her mouth, and the Jinpa was immediately dyed crimson.