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Five hundred and ninety-first feast(2/2)

"Boss, thank you for your care over the past two years." Wu Jinjian said with a serious expression in his hands holding the cup.

Chen Xing heard the implication and was slightly stunned, but he didn't say anything. He finished touching the glass and drank the wine.

Wu Jinjian hesitated for a while, clasped his fists and said, "Boss, it's time for me to go back."

"Where to go?" Chen Xing asked.

"East Continent." Wu Jinjian said.

"Is there anyone else at home?" Chen Xing asked again.

"I only know when I go back."

"Okay." Chen Xing sighed. It seems that Wu Jinjian had wanted to leave long ago, but he just came back from the Black Death Continent and spent money to get a new identity. He was embarrassed to raise it. The reason he stayed was to repay him.

The kindness, but now it has stabilized, so I asked to go back.

"It's really, I'm sorry." Wu Jinjian's voice was a little choked, "I shouldn't have proposed it today, but I couldn't think of a better time."

"It's okay, even if we are not here, we are good brothers." Chen Xing comforted, "Maybe I'll go to the East Continent one day."

"If the boss comes, I will definitely be entertained with wine!" Wu Jinjian said solemnly.

"Anyway, in a word, when will I want to come back? I welcome you at any time." Chen Xing said. He likes this gentle oriental swordsman very much, but in life, how can there be a banquet that never ends? Those who should leave will still leave.
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