watched her figure disappear gradually, as in every time we met, she left first.

Cui Pan's shoulders collapsed weakly, his eyes were complicated, and before Fengxi's figure disappeared, he raised his voice: "Fengxi, you will really come back, right?" Tell me. ”

Feng Xi paused, looked back and smiled, "Naturally, my home is here, and my friends—"

Cui Pan's heart was relieved, her smile was too gentle, her tone was calm, and there was no melancholy when parting. Like every time, it seemed like she just went back for a meal, went out on the street to buy a few pieces of fabric, and met them again next time.

It's too commonplace.

She's like this, she seems to be kind and friendly to everyone, but in fact she's the most cold.

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In April, the sun is blazing.

A plain woman in a white shirt is holding a well-behaved and beautiful cat in her arms, holding an umbrella in one hand, strolling along the Yanyu River in the south of the Yangtze River.

On the lake, teenagers are paddling and playing, and young women are washing laundry by the river. Although ordinary, it is full of market atmosphere.

Feng Xi bent his lips, and felt that it was a good suggestion to leave the underworld where he had lived for twenty years and take a walk in the sun.

When he first arrived, he was not very accustomed to the sun in the sun, and the exposure of the red fruit fruit was exposed to the light, as if there was nowhere to hide any filthy thing. Feng Xi, who is used to the darkness of the underworld, has been tortured for a while, and in recent days, he has only adapted to it.

Visitors only feel that the woman under the umbrella is slim and has a temperament like an orchid. However, her face is all hidden under the umbrella, making people scratch their hearts and lungs to get a glimpse of her face, but she has never been able to do it.

As if to cater to the thoughts of tourists, Feng Xi finally felt that walking in the sunny day, the appearance of holding an umbrella was too weird, and the umbrella surface was lifted up, revealing a sharp jaw and half a pale lip flap. was about to put away her umbrella, when a gust of wind suddenly hit her out of nowhere, and she forced her umbrella out.

She was shocked, this was the only thing she had brought out of the underworld, if she lost it again, it would rain in the future, wouldn't she have to pay another money to buy an umbrella?

When he arrived in the yang world, he knew that it was not easy to make money.

The yang world has a lot of constraints on women, and they must abide by the three obedience and four virtues, and remember not to show their heads, which is cumbersome, so that Feng Xi, who has always thought that he has excellent patience, feels a headache.

In a hurry, the gust of wind passed, and the oil-paper umbrella swayed in the air for half a circle, and she trotted forward, the corners of her skirt flying, and she reached out to hold the handle of the umbrella.

"Uh......"

Feng Xi was stunned, her hand was warm, she raised her eyes, and the silver turbidity drilled uneasily in her arms. The pale lips tightened unconsciously, and she let go of the hand that wanted to hold the handle of the umbrella, but instead held a large palm with distinct bones, and stood up straight.

"Thank you, Childe, this is my ......" Thinking of following the customs, he hurriedly changed his words, "This is the little woman's umbrella, can you please return it?" ”

The person who came was dressed in a snow-colored robe, not stained with half a cent of fine dust, and combed the head of the Taoist priest. With a sword in one hand, the sword looked cold and starry, and he smiled.

The distinct facial features are carved by the best craftsmen in the world, and I can't tell how beautiful they are, but I feel that this face is on a man's body, which is extremely good-looking and outstanding.

I don't know which mountain it is, but the trail looks like a disaster. It's just that his expression is too cold, looking at her eyes, as if seeking revenge.

Feng Xi unconsciously touched her face, blinked her eyelashes, and asked softly, "Childe, what dirty things are on the little woman's face?" Why do you keep staring at me? ”

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