Maybe in that kind of place, Lao Pan can live a very comfortable life. He can eat and live, three dishes and one soup.

But there is no "Yirin" in this world, and naturally there will be no subsequent "accidental encounter" between him and Pan Zhengyi.

After leaving the cell, Yi Lin did not return to the Mo family or the snow-capped mountains, but came to Qingcheng.

He has lived here for many years, and this small city always makes him feel inexplicably missed.

Walking on the road.

A howling police car passed by Yi Lin.

In the car, there was a tall, serious and old detective with a fucked face.

The old detective Yu Guang glanced over and looked slightly stunned.

"Boss Xu, what's wrong?"

Xu Zhiyong stretched his neck through the window and looked out. The strange man had lost his sight. He shook his head: "Maybe he was dazzled last night. This is not a movie shooting base, so how could he run around the street in ancient costumes?"

"Ha? Wear ancient costumes? I'm sorry, Boss Xu..."

"Um?"

"I am not talented in my life. I have a secret recipe for ancient times, including wolfberry and red dates, and some ginger, Angelica genus Cooked Rehmannia, and soaked in warm water. I take it three times a day. It can nourish the kidneys and strengthen yang, and seven times a night. It is no longer a dream."

"roll!"

...

Yi Lin detoured the road. He lived in the apartment where he "was" lived, and he didn't know each other.

Well, there is no him.

Humming the song, Yi Lin came to Xiaoxi's home.

Of course, the whole world is her home, but she chose to live here.

Hum, a mere god.

Knock on the door.

"Ah, administrator, you're here. Xiaoxi has been waiting for you for a long time."

The soft young woman's voice is awesome.

Yilin walked into Xiaoxi's bedroom.

In the room, the girly atmosphere was full.

Pink.

Yi Lin didn't know if she should be glad that our goddess had a girlish heart.

"hug."

The goddess in pajamas stretched out her hands to Yilin.

Yi Lin began to check in daily tasks with a expressionless face.

Hug, hold it high, hold it high again.

Daily tasks (√).

Yi Lin threw the goddess back on the pink soft bed in despair and rolled up her long sleeves.

Xiaoxi narrowed her eyes: "Hmm? What do you want to do?"

"without……"

Yi Lin silently pulled her sleeve back.

Xiaoxi sat upright. Now Xiaoxi was sitting by the bed, and her feet were not on the ground. She let her two fair feet sway back and forth, as if she had seen through Yi Lin's thoughts. She raised a finger on her lips: "Shh."

Yi Lin was stunned. He was about to ask Pan Zhengyi about it, but Xier was shoved.
Chapter completed!