Yang Fan's expression changed: "Do you have a way to return to Northern Qin?"

He suddenly recalled what Deng Shiyao once said: "This is the teleportation array that existed in the ancient battlefield. Shiyao has been studying it for many years, but can only comprehend the mystery of it. If I give me a few decades, I might be able to set up one again."

Deng Shiyao is a formation genius. She has been studying the ancient teleportation array for many years. She really could reset a teleportation array that returns to the Northern Qin Dynasty.

"Okay, I promise you."

Yang Fan and Deng Shiyao flew to an uninhabited place.

Yang Fan raised his hand gently, set a ban, and said lightly: "Don't worry, if you have anything to say, there is no way anyone can spy on it within the high level of the Golden Pill."

"Brother Yang, Shiyao asked for the last time. Are you sincere to me when you were in the ancient battlefield?" Deng Shiyao's bright eyes were tearful, and she was a little decisive in her words.

"Make the fake and become true." Yang Fan replied.

"In this way, that's true." Deng Shiyao showed a hint of surprise between her eyebrows, and then she cried in a low voice: "Then we meet again in the inner sea of ​​Tianqin, which is like a destined fate. Why don't you want to let go of your past grudges?"

Yang Fan was quite surprised and felt inexplicably painful: "Shiyao? Are you willing to forgive me and return to me?"

"As long as the eldest brother is sincere..." Deng Shiyao's pretty face was dyed with a thin layer of red glow, which was a poetic and picturesque classical beauty, and she was shy when she wanted to refuse.

Yang Fan took a long breath: "But I can't."

"No, why?" Deng Shiyao looked puzzled: "Shiyao is willing to forgive you, why can't you?"

"Because I can't forgive myself."

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and suddenly spread his hand, and a delicate and ancient jade flute appeared in front of him.

"You are the descendant of the Confucian school. What does this mean?" Yang Fan asked.

"Seven-scent Jade Soul Flute! The treasure of Confucian musical instruments!" Deng Shiyao exclaimed, with a brilliant look in her bright eyes, and hurriedly asked: "How did you get this thing?"

"About ten years ago, I met her. This was the token of love she gave me."

Yang Fan's quiet way.

"Seven-scent Jade Soul Flute...a token of love..."
Chapter completed!