41 After Stealing the Fiancé of the Group’s Favorite Sister

"Are you really planning not to go back?"

"if not?"

After looking at the antique teahouse in front of him, Xihe turned around and went up to the second floor and chose a seat by the window to sit down.

"What would you like, sir?" The waiter stepped forward.

"A pot of tea." Xihe replied casually, holding his chin and admiring the scenery outside the window alone.

Downstairs is facing the bustling street of the market. Although it is getting late, it has no impact on the business here. The teahouse is crowded with people, shouts and shouts come and go, and it is prosperous.

"Fuck me if you like me, pull me down if you don't like me. Why are you doing this now?" Gouzi was a little annoyed.

"Momojiji. It doesn't look like you anymore."

Xihe... was speechless.

However, a bitter smile suddenly appeared on her face: "Thousands of years, Gouzi, what if I leave and leave him alone?"

Not a few years, not decades, but thousands of years.

The seasons change, the stars and rivers turn, and it is so hopeless for a person to wander alone in the world.

No matter how cruel and unfeeling she was, her heart softened at the thought of this.

"I'm a little reluctant to let go."

Xihe sighed quietly, so she would rather be cruel now than suffer alone in the future.

Gouzi jumped out, sat down across the table, and said to her: "Are you him? How do you know that he is not happy? He has the final say whether it hurts or sweets. Why do you make decisions for him? Besides."

Gouzi snorted coldly: "He's not in bad condition, how do you know he won't change his mind after thousands of years?"

Wouldn’t it be nice to find something more tender and fresh when the time comes?

"You take yourself too seriously." Gouzi concluded.

Xihe...

She looked at Gouzi and sneered: "Why do I care so much about myself? You really think that everyone else is as heartless as you. They just eat. Tell me, have you touched my inventory again?"

Gouzi angrily scratched the table: "That's mine! Mine! You promised to make it up to me!"

Xihe opened his eyes: "When did I say that? Where's the evidence? Do you have a video or audio recording? Take it out."

The dog was dumbfounded.

Then he got angry and yelled: "Xihe, how dare you play with me!"

He rushed up and bit her.

Xihe got up and went downstairs. There was a large audience, and the dog didn't dare to act recklessly, so he could only grind his teeth in hatred.

I'll clean you up sooner or later!

After leaving the teahouse, Xihe went straight to the exit of Fangshi. As soon as she came out, snowflakes were flying outside and the world was covered in silver. She was dressed in white, almost blending in with the sky and the earth.

Next, Xihe wandered around, occasionally meeting a local market and going in to drink tea and listen to gossip.

The most rumored thing recently is the wedding between Mingyue Fairy Jiang Yueqian and Jian Zong Ling Leng. It is said that Daozi went to steal the bride, and the two fought. It was so fierce and fierce that Jian Zong's face turned black.

"However, there is another news..." The male cultivator who spoke looked around and suddenly lowered his voice.

Xihe drank tea and subconsciously pricked up his ears.

"I heard that the one who had a broken leg before has broken his leg again." The friend who was sitting at the same table with the male cultivator suddenly opened his eyes in disbelief.

"Isn't that right? Who is so brave and dares to touch him? Didn't you mean..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" The male cultivator quickly grabbed him.

The friend immediately covered his mouth, but his eyes wandered around, shining with the light of gossip.

Seeing this, the male cultivator touched his smooth chin, his ordinary face full of sighs: "I don't know the details, but it seems that people not only have broken legs now, but also go crazy, tsk tsk..."

Bang bang,

The noisy teahouse immediately became quiet,

Everyone looked over and saw a female cultivator in white standing with the stool behind her lying on the ground.