The devil is coming, please be careful

Chapter 580 Is This Master Reliable?

Ask what love is in the world, and directly teach life and death.

Minxing saw that Yin Zimo and Zhan Yingying had made up their minds, so he didn't say anything else, just took out a green bamboo umbrella from the Qiankun ring and handed it to Yin Zimo.

"Mr. Zimo, after all, the honored lady has a special status. If you walk in the sun for a long time, you may lose your soul. You will die before you find a chance to return to the sun. This green bamboo umbrella and even the yin thing can help you against the sun's rays."

Yin Zimo hesitated for a moment, "I'm afraid this treasure is very precious." But he was not pretentious, took the green bamboo umbrella with both hands, and once again solemnly thanked, "Thank you, Mr. Min, for your kindness today, my husband and wife I am afraid that there will be nothing to repay in this life, but I hope that the two of you will grow old together and have a good life forever."

The corners of Minxing's mouth curled up slightly, with a sincere smile, "Okay."

Yin Zimo said again: "The two friends are currently resting in my room in Qingfeng Building. They are only hypnotized by the sound of my piano, and there is no serious problem. They will wake up when the two hours come."

Knowing that Yin Zimo was talking about Qinglong and Xuanwu, Min Xing and Rong Xuan looked at each other, relieved, but couldn't help sighing in his heart, Mr. Zimo's piano is really good.

After all, he hurt someone else's friend, Yin Zimo feels somewhat guilty, but the thing has already happened, he will not run away, remembering that he is about to go far away, maybe he will never come back in this life, he still has something on his mind.

"In Qingyun City these years, I have been taken care of by Qingfeng Master Dieyi and the old man of the coffin shop. Without them, I would not say that I would take revenge, I am afraid that even survival would be difficult." Yin Zimo looked in the direction of the city gate, eyes There is a trace of hope and loss.

Min Xing said: "Too many things happened tonight, the Patriarch of the Zhan family died, I am afraid that there will be no peace in Qingyun City. It is not suitable for the two of you to stay here, it is better to leave earlier."

Yin Zimo said sadly: "I understand this, but it's just a pity that I can't thank my benefactor face to face before leaving."

Min Xing understands that Yin Zimo is a character who will repay both revenge and kindness, and he not only has a little more affection for him in his heart, "We will go to Qingfenglou and the coffin shop for you. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. I hope you two take care."

It's a pity, but that's the only way to go.Yin Zimo bowed again, "The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. There will be a period later."

Min Xing chuckled, "There will be a period later."

Just like that, Yin Zimo took Zhan Yingying away, leaving this city full of pain and struggle for them.Watching their backs going away, Min Xing couldn't help feeling deeply moved, "Do you think Master's handwriting is reliable?"

Spend the rest of your life traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, at the cost of never entering reincarnation, just to seek a chance to return to the sun, the world is so big, it is not easy to go through it one by one?
Rong Xuan and Min Xing stood side by side, hugging her shoulder lightly with one hand, his deep voice became more and more sexy in the cold night, "It doesn't matter whether it is reliable or not, this is an opportunity for them, a chance to stay together forever Regardless of whether they can finally find the way to return to the sun, in the end, they rely on each other and support each other along the way."

The most beautiful scenery is often on the road, not at the end.

At least, Yin Zimo will no longer think about committing suicide, and Zhan Yingying will no longer just refuse.

Depend on each other, support each other, between the mountains and rivers, it is enough.

(End of this chapter)