Chapter One Hundred and Four Arrives

"Hit, hit soy sauce?" Jiu Ge Che Ye looked uncertain.

Su Muyu nodded: "Actually, I just don't know what the onlookers are, don't label me with such a heavy label."

Jiu Ge Cheye seemed to understand what Su Muyu meant by playing soy sauce, and shook his head helplessly: "If I can decide, I'd rather I make soy sauce like you.

Su Muyu sneered and said disdainfully: "What bullshit is responsible, who is responsible? Why should I be responsible for them? The only people who need to be responsible for me are myself and the people I love."

"Who doesn't think so?" Jiu Ge Che Ye tilted his head slightly, supported his head with one hand, and said in a godless voice: "Who is such a selfless person? Everyone thinks like this, but once there is someone in your heart who cares, then you can't let go of the fetters, your responsibility may only be him, but can you ignore his responsibility?"

Su Muyu's originally sneering face was stunned after Jiu Ge Che Ye's words, and her hand with the sea water clenched tightly into a fist, she couldn't deny Jiu Ge Che Ye's words, if it weren't for the fact that she fell in love with Feng Cangyue, she probably wouldn't have been involved in this mess, what damn numerology love will follow you with you, and she won't have any effect anyway.

Since it is a bond, it is impossible to let go.

Su Muyu has watched so many anime in the past, and always feels that the so-called bond is too ethereal, can it really bind people to this?

The atmosphere on the ship was heavy again, and this time no one said anything more.

There are ten more days to go from this kind of day, it's really a long time - Su Muyu looked up at the sky a little weakly.

Oh my God, it's so blue......

The boat was moving like this on the sea, maybe it was Su Muyu's character that broke out rarely, and along the way, it was the wind that pushed them towards the Holy Demon Altar, so the boat only traveled for more than eight days to reach the ferry of the Holy Demon Altar.

Su Muyu sighed that he finally didn't have to look at each other in the small space on the ship, and he really wanted to finish it as soon as possible.

Su Muyu jumped lightly to the shore, his snow-white clothes flicked lightly, like a snow dance, entangled with Su Muyu's black hair, like a dream, more attractive than all the scenery......

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Who is that pretending to be a literary fan above?!

The above is pure fiction, if there is any similarity, it is definitely not Su Muyu!

The actual situation is......

Su Muyu jumped lightly to the shore, shook his snow-white clothes lightly, brushed his slightly messy hairstyle with one hand, crossed his waist and shouted: "Grass! I'm tired to death! I'll never be a boat again! Damn the Holy Demon Altar! Lao Tzu is here!"

The crowd who hadn't gotten off the boat seemed to have an urge to retract back into the boat, not wanting to say that they knew this shameful guy.

Fu Junqian shrank in the cabin and stretched out his head: "Xiaoyu, we have to take a boat when we go back!"

Su Muyu swept towards Fu Junqian with a look.

Fu Junqian instantly retracted his head.

Jiu Ge Che Ye barely allowed himself to laugh, still looking like a gentleman, and he also flew up and stepped on the ferry, looking at the guards of the Holy Demon Altar who were gradually walking not far away, and said with a smile: "It's a shame that you shouted loudly, we don't have to walk on the road and be interrogated again, they came directly."

Su Muyu glanced at a group of guards who rushed over, and said softly: "I let you enjoy the door-to-door service, this is free shipping, dear!"