Xia Zhibai said coldly, Xiao Jin turned pale with shock, and looked at Xia Zhibai blankly, wondering why he suddenly said such words.
"Zhibai... you must have lost your mind, right? In our Zhou country, how can we tolerate one woman and several husbands? Zhibai... you won't tell me that you have to go back to her and be with those men.
Competing for favor?"
Xiao Jin was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He pressed Xia Zhibai's shoulders hard with both hands and shook them wildly, "Xia Zhibai, wake up. This is the Kingdom of Zhou. You are... you are the disciple of the Half-Immortal."
, how can you share a girl with several men? Xia Zhibai!"
Xia Zhibai looked at Xiaojin quietly, a deep sadness flashed across his eyes.
Seeing this, Xiao Jin couldn't help but stop shaking wildly, "Xia Zhibai, are you... okay?" [
It was rare to see this gentle young man show such sad eyes, and Xiao Jin always felt uneasy.
Xia Zhibai has always been rational, so he was greatly appreciated by his master, who also introduced him to Pure Immortal Bingzhu. However, more than two years ago, he gave up his identity as the master of the Thousand Beasts Hall to find Qianxun.
As a result, when he came back today, he found that his immortal power and spiritual power seemed to be weak, and his hair was gray, which made him feel worried.
It must be to save that stinky girl, otherwise how could it be like this?
"That girl doesn't know how to be grateful. Zhibai, you'd better give up. There are women who are much better than her everywhere in this world. There is no grass anywhere in the world, why should you only fall in love with a flower? If you are too infatuated, you will be hurt in the end.
I, Zhibai, if you want to leave this place, I will ask Master..."
"No, thank you for your concern, senior brother. Zhibai has his own plan."
Xia Zhibai said calmly, his eyes calm.
Xiao Jin was stunned and could only sigh and say nothing.
After several days, Xia Zhibai still looked lifeless.
Seeing that he was becoming more and more silent, Xiao Jin became even more anxious as if he were an ant on a hot pot.
When he decided to seek Xia Zhibai's persuasion again, he found that Xia Zhibai was no longer in the back garden. On the table in the pavilion, there was a small note, fluttering and trembling in the autumn wind.
Xiaojin frowned and stepped forward. There was only one sentence above, "I have gone. Thank you, senior brother, for caring for me for many days and not looking for me."
Although there is no signature, the handwriting is Xia Zhibai's.