I don't know where the strength came from, Dyeing and painting suddenly struggled to break away from Gu Mofeng's embrace, turned his back, and said coldly: "I'm tired, Gu Gongzi, please go back." When she said this, no one knew the trills in her words. Even her shoulders shook slightly, and the impact of Gu Mofeng's words on her was no less than a huge thunderbolt slashing down on her head, which caught her off guard.

Looking at the empty embrace, Gu Mofeng's sharp eyes flashed a trace of loss, and then listening to her words that were so cold without a trace of temperature, he was unprecedentedly flustered, such a self made him feel very strange.

At the same time, he also felt that such a self was more and more beyond his control, and if a person like him could not even control his own heart, it would be such a desolate thing.

After a gust of wind, Gu Mofeng's black figure had disappeared into the endless darkness, if it weren't for the faint smell of wine left in the air, Dye Hua would have wondered if Gu Mofeng had been here.

Since then, Gu Mofeng has not set foot here.

Now that her dyeing skills have been fully restored, it is a sign that it will be time for her to leave.

"Girl." Looking at the absent-minded dye painting, Caixia suddenly called out.

Dye Hua turned his eyes, and Qingling's gaze stared at Caixia, "Well, is there something wrong?" ”

Caixia smiled and said, "Who are you thinking about, girl?" "After staying with Dyeing Painting for so long, Caixia subconsciously regarded Dyeing Painting as an indigenous person here.

Dye Hua glanced at Caixia, and said helplessly: "You girl, you are not serious, but this also makes me understand that Caixia has become a big girl, or I will talk to your brother Feng another day, let him pay attention to it, and find you a jade Langjun." ”

When Dye Hua said this, his expression was very serious, and he didn't mean to joke at all, which frightened Caixia, and when she thought that she was wearing a red wedding dress and became another woman, she felt a chill in her heart.

"Hey, girl, count me wrong, can't I make it?" Caixia Qing Lingling's eyes rolled, and she immediately hugged the arm of the dye painting flatteringly, and her big eyes flashed innocently. In that way, people can't help but feel pity.

Dyeing and painting is just trying to scare and scare this girl who speaks openly, who knows that she is serious, dyeing and painting is pale, this ancient woman, fate has never been up to herself.

This kind of emotion was only instantaneous, and he asked as if unintentionally, "I don't know what's going on outside?" ”

Caixia's expression froze, she carefully glanced at the dyeing painting, and said, "Girl, this, don't ask me, I, I don't know anything." Caixia bit her lower lip tightly, her hands tightly twisted a corner, and a layer of fine sweat was hidden on her forehead.

"Oh, it's fine." Caixia's strange appearance, dyeing and painting in his eyes, said casually: "I don't know if there is any fruit on the mountain." ”

Caixia's hanging heart was put down: "Don't dare to say anything else, this fruit, but it's all year round." ”

Caixia carried a basket, said goodbye to dyeing and painting, and walked out happily.

Looking at Caixia's departing figure, Dye's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was still a trace of gentleness in his eyes.

I took a deep look at this isolated stone house, and there was a trace of reluctance in my heart. But, that's not where she ends. Turning his head, he took a step and left.

She had already put a sachet on Caixia's body, the fragrance was faint, and it was enough to leave here as far as dyeing and painting were concerned.