Han Qian didn't know what Grandma's eyes wanted to express, but seeing the happiness in Grandma's eyes, she felt that it shouldn't be a dangerous thing. replied gently to Pan Youfan, "The day after tomorrow~"

After finishing the meal, Grandma accompanied Han Qian upstairs and entered Han Qian's bedroom together.

At this time, a lot of things in the room have been taken away, probably because Grandma ordered someone to take all the things in the room and wash them according to what Han Qian said.

Although the body is still the same body, when it comes to using tea sets, etc., there is a bit of a diaphragm in my heart.

"Grandma, you just now??" Han Qian sat down on the dresser and asked Grandma who was standing respectfully in front of him.

Grandma smiled kindly and looked at Han Qian, "Miss, have you forgotten?" Tomorrow is our Dionysian Day. Yinling grew up with Miss since she was a child, and after she went to the field, she hasn't seen Miss for four years. She was looking forward to seeing her tomorrow. ”

Han Qian then remembered that it turned out that the Soul Locking Slave had a Dionysian Celebration Day every March and September, and it was also the only two days of freedom in a year.

This is undoubtedly the happiest day in their lives. Because, on that day, there were many Pudaus temples in the Condor City, and the lord had them specially prepare sweet wine.

They could sing and dance as they pleased, the night before and the night of the next, and when they were drunk, they could lie down outside the temple and fall asleep, and then, when they woke up, they could continue to drink. Until, on the second day, it ended. Many soul slaves will swear an oath to their beloved on this day for the rest of their lives.

Millions of soul locking slaves will celebrate this festival, and thinking about the spectacular scene, Han Qian feels a little excited.

"Oh, I see. I'm going to see Silver Bell tomorrow with Grandma. Han Qian replied with a smile.

"Thank you, Miss, thank you, Miss. I'm sure I'll be happy with my silver bell. Grandma was moved, and kept bending over and nodding.

Han Qian raised his hand, motioning for her to stop doing this. Grandma kept saying thank you, and then left the room full of joy.

Yinling is the granddaughter of Grandma, the same age as Han Qian. Before the Yu family was completely down, it was not only now a slave. At that time, Grandma's son, son, daughter-in-law, and Silver Bell lived in this small castle.

Later, the daughter-in-law fell ill and died. Grandma's son was absent-minded in his work, and Yu Zhiqi sold the father and daughter to the overseers under the landlord who directly controlled the soul locking slaves at a low price of 23,000 condor coins a few years ago.

At that time, Yinling was only 13 years old, and because she had been serving Han Qian since she was a child, she was most reluctant to be cold.

Han Qian can still remember the appearance of Yinling looking at him with big watery eyes, and he was reluctant to leave. It's like a domestic dog that knows it's going to be abandoned, or the sadness and despair of being abandoned.

Han Qian couldn't help but think that the original host seemed to go down the mountain not only because she was always teased by the classmates who cultivated immortals, but also because she hadn't seen Yinling for a long time, and she missed her a little.

In this way, Yinling will probably never know that her master went down the mountain because he had her in his heart and was ridiculed by his classmates. There's a little reason she's dead...

Thinking of this, she hoped that she would meet this little girl of the same age as herself for the original host.