Can you leave me an address? When I come back from Suzhou, I can give the medicines to these victims, and I will go find it..."
"Same journey." Before the word "you" could be said, Beiming Changfeng suddenly threw out two words without looking back, directly interrupting Ziyu's words.
Traveling the same way? He is also going to Suzhou?
Mao, is there such a coincidence?
This still lingers.
His heart was burning, but his face showed an expression of great surprise. Ziyu looked at Beiming Changfeng with twinkling stars and said: "Is it true? Is it true? The young master is also kind and generous and is going to Suzhou to help these victims together."
Do something?"
"No." Beiming Changfeng's voice was cold: "Suzhou, my destination."
Suzhou is the destination of Beiming Changfeng’s trip.
The moment Ziyu heard Beiming Changfeng finally tell him his destination, he burst into tears and wanted to hit the tree trunk next to him to death.
Is there such a coincidence?
She could just tell a lie about the destination of Zhongbei Ming Changfeng's trip. Is she so cheating? What kind of shitty luck did she have?
With tears streaming down his face, Ziyu truly knelt down to himself.
"Why are you crying?"
"So touching." Ziyu wiped away tears: "We have the same spiritual connection."
Mind to heart, mind to heart, mind to mind be damned.
"Yes." Beiming Changfeng nodded coldly, then stretched out his hand to lift the fish and flew over the eaves and wall towards the east city gate.
"Uh, uh..." The remaining donkey roared, there is still it, there is still it, don't forget the livestock like this.
The silver moon is bright and shining, and the stars are gathering in the sky.
In the hazy night, the earth fell into a deep sleep.
East City Gate.
Ziyu looked at the carriage parked outside the east city gate and the people from Hanyang who were already sitting on the backs of horses and standing quietly ten miles outside the city. He was filled with tears and could only swallow them in his heart.
What about surveying the disaster? It was clear that this group of people was preparing horses and vehicles to leave. She thought that Beiming Changfeng and others were going to care for the victims, thinking that this was a great opportunity for her to slip away.
result……
It’s okay not to mention the result.
Ziyu was full of sorrow and anger, with an excited smile on his face. He faced the contemptuous or cold gazes of the people in Hanyang, and sat in the large carriage. Facing Beiming Changfeng, who was sitting up, he silently gave up his best.
Location.
Beiming Changfeng, who had gotten into the car, saw this and said with cold eyes: "Sleep."
No more fuss, no more accusations, no more chatting?
Ziyu raised his head and looked at Beiming Changfeng, this guy was deliberately trying to let her go, right?
Since you want to let me go, then I naturally have to accept your kindness. Ziyu suddenly seemed to see the sun after the clouds cleared, and his whole person became brilliant.
"Okay, sleep." He stood up with a smile on his face, quickly flicked the place where I was sitting in the carriage, flicking away the unnecessary dust, and then looked towards the north with a flattering face.
Feng said: "Young Master, you come here to sleep."
Beiming Changfeng didn't move, just looked at Ziyu expressionlessly.
???
Look at her, what is she doing?
Ziyu didn't react immediately and could only look back at Beiming Changfeng.
Master, if you speak, silence is golden, but if you don't speak, how will I know what you want to express? I'm not a roundworm in your belly.
Beiming Changfeng looked at Shang Ziyu's questioning eyes, swept his cold eyes over the soft, flat couch, and then returned his gaze to lock Ziyu coldly.