As expected, Cui Pan was furious and resolutely expressed his refusal to let Feng Xi go.

"Why go? Haven't you been living well in Fengdu for the past 20 years? Stay, the sun may not be for you, Fengxi......"

Feng Xi smiled, lifted her eyes, looked at Cui Pan's frowning brows, she moved her fingertips, and after all, she didn't step forward to help him smooth out.

Meng Po's words that day still left traces in her heart, she knew in her heart that no matter whether Cui Pan was interested in her, whether she wanted to think about it, or whether it was true, since she didn't have that kind of mind for Cui Pan, she shouldn't get too close.

"Cui Pan, I just went to the mortal world for a walk, and I stayed in the underworld for too long, and I almost forgot what the yang world was like." Feng Xi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he comforted softly, "I'll be back, my home is here." ”

I'll be back, my home—

Cui Pan clenched his fingertips, his thin lips pursed, and his handsome face was gloomy, "Feng Xi, you have never taken half a step out of the underworld since you woke up, where can you see the mortal world?" ”

This is a bit aggressive.

Feng Xi was stunned and glanced at Cui Pan complicatedly. The heart lake was calm and unwavering.

After a while, she slowly opened her lips, "Ah...... It's just a casual remark, Cui Pan, you're so strange," she turned the cup in her hand, and the cold chill penetrated into the meridians through her fingertips, and a little boredom rose for no reason, "You see, everything in the underworld is cold, even if it's warm tea, it's slightly bitter when you eat it in your mouth, I'm alone here, and I'm tired of living this kind of life occasionally, why not go out for a walk?" ”

"Da-"

She gently put down the cup and stared down at the ripples of the tea in the cup, swinging in circles. The red thread on the plain white wrist is strung with a bell, and the bell rings.

For a long time, Cui Pan was silent.

Feng Xi said lightly: "Cui Pan, I'm here to inform you, I plan to go to the yang world after leaving the Yin Law Division." ”

Cui Pan was shocked, pain crossed his slender eyes, "You-" He got up suddenly, slammed his fist on the stone pillar, and at that moment, it seemed that the ground was shaking, and the whole ground shook, "So, I can't stop you at all, right, Fengxi?" ”

"I ......"

Feng Xi sighed softly, his moist eyes looked at Cui Pan softly, and the corners of his lips that were always rising were sour in Cui Pan's eyes at this moment.

"Cui Pan, in your eyes, a few decades in the sun, it's just a flick of a finger, I made a lot of wine for you, buried in the cellar in my backyard, when you want to drink, send the lamp slave to dig it. Maybe when you've drunk all that cellar, I'll be back. ”

"Maybe the yang world is the same as the underworld, then it won't take me a few days to return."

"Is it ......" Cui Pan's eyelashes trembled, and his fists clenched, "Feng Xi, what if I say, don't go?" ”

was stunned, and then a faint smile bloomed at the corner of his lips, light as an orchid, not delicate enough, but gentle enough.

Feng Xi's dark and clear eyes can almost be seen to the end at a glance, and it is obviously within reach, but Cui Pan feels as if she is hidden in the ethereal wind, and when she raises her hand to touch it, it disappears.

She said, "Cui Pan, I am determined to leave, I owe you a favor, and I will pay it back when I come back." ”

"It's not early, I still have to hurry, so I won't bother, Cui Pan, goodbye."

She stroked the hem of her skirt and got up, holding the silver cloud in her left hand, and holding her old oil-paper umbrella in her right hand, which was still glowing with moisture.

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