"Who are you talking about?"

The expression in Ji Qinglin's eyes looking at Fu Yue was very complicated, it seemed to carry some resentment, and it seemed to be helpless.

"Qi Shen? You mean Qi Shen?"

How can it be……

The man lowered his eyelashes to hide the complex light flashing under his eyes.

Obviously, he had already decided to give up Qi Shen's identity and live with her as Ji Qinglin.

Why, why do you treat him so suddenly?

He, No, Xiang, Believe.

Fu Yue nodded, "That's right."

Ji Qinglin put down the pen in his hand, the pen broke in his palm, and the snow-white palm was also stained with ink stains. Looking at the wedding invitation that had been stained with ink, Ji Qinglin threw it away and smiled.

"I don't believe that Qi Chen has abandoned your martial arts, how could you like him."

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows: "But he gave me the pill made from Qilin fruit, which cured my Dantian."

When she said this, Fu Yue picked up a pen on the desk, raised her sleeve, and flung it on a pillar not far away.

penetrating.

It is just a pen, but it has such a powerful force, which can already see how overbearing and powerful Fu Yue's internal strength is.

"Ji Qinglin, you are so smart, you can't fail to see that my martial arts has been restored? Why do you pretend that you don't know anything?"

Ji Qinglin was sitting behind the table, Fu Yue stood in front of the table, then put her arms on the desk, leaned down slightly, looked at his eyes, smiled and threatened: "Let me go, otherwise I and You turn your face, you have kept me for so many days, my patience has been exhausted by you."

Ji Qinglin looked at her for a long time, and suddenly smiled lightly.

"The girl is so ruthless."

"You have no heart."

The swordsman in red was speaking softly, his tone was light, as if he was just stating a fact.

Fu Yue stepped back, she stood up straight.

"Someone also said that I had no heart. Ji Qinglin, I belong to the rivers and lakes. I don't want to get married, nor do I want to be tied to this small world. Your beloved will not be me."

The air is still.

The patter of light rain began to fall outside, and the dull sound of raindrops hitting the leaves added a bit of irritation to the atmosphere of this early autumn.

"I will let you go."

Ji Qinglin didn't know how he said these words.

"The girl has to think about it. If you leave...you won't be my girl again."

The red swordsman's clear eyes gradually extinguished, and he was smiling, but there was an unspeakable sadness, as if he had given up something extremely important to him and was peeled from his flesh and blood.

Fu Yue was slightly startled.

She intuitively felt that something bad was about to happen, but she couldn't tell.

"Goodbye."

Fu Yue didn't say much, she turned around and gradually took a step forward.

go away.

The moment Fu Yue chose to turn around and leave, Ji Qinglin also closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to look directly at the scene that broke his heart.

The man's curled eyelashes trembled, and a tear came from the corner of his eyes, which was drawn along the tall and straight bridge of the nose. He immediately raised his hand to wipe it off with a very beautiful arc.

...

Fu Yue sat on the roof of the family's house, her legs dangling, and a pot of wine was placed beside her.

The moon overhead is very big and round.

Fu Yue was looking at the moon, holding a hip flask in one hand, and occasionally taking a sip of wine.

Looks mournful.