Yan Ge finally understood why the little girl kept bringing up the matter of her own mother's stewed fish.
Evil Jiaolong served a large pot of stewed fish, and she grabbed one and ate it first. She ate it slowly and gracefully. Just by looking at her eating, she thought it was some kind of delicacy in the world.
Yan Ge dare not say that it is not delicious, after all, the evil dragon is so polite.
She lowered her head and ate a fish, and turned her head to see that Saburo was also eating.
After eating the fish, the little girl went to clean up the pots and pans, but San Lang took over the job.
The evil dragon squinted at Yan Ge: "The food is so delicious, why are you not afraid that I will poison the pot?"
Yan Ge: ... Which eye can see that she eats very deliciously.
"Tell me, what can you do with me?"
Yan Ge: "Just to see you."
Evil Jiaolong rolled his eyes at Yange: "It's too late for you to hide from me, why would you think of coming to see me, tell me, what's the matter, while I'm in a good mood, maybe you can help me, or get out early."
Yan Ge: ... She is still familiar with the evil dragon, this style of painting made her feel more at ease.
"Well, it's really all right..." Originally, I was passing by and wanted to revisit the old place, but who knew that the evil dragon would move!
The evil dragon sneered, raised his eyes and looked at Yan Ge: "Are you begging me to save him?"
Yan Ge was interrupted by her endless words, with a confused look on his face: "Huh?"
Evil Jiaolong felt that Yan Ge was hypocritical, she sneered: "I won't save him, it's useless if you beg me."
Yan Ge followed her gaze and saw Saburo who was washing dishes in the kitchen outside the window.
"No, you misunderstood." Yan Ge said, "I just came to see you and the child."
The evil dragon turned his head and stared at Yange.
After staring at it for a while, he laughed softly, "You don't know until now, your San Lang's life is coming to an end."
Yan Ge was surprised, and looked outside at Saburo again.
After Sanlang washed the pots and bowls, he was sitting on the steps with little girl Fengjiao. He wove a grasshopper out of bamboo leaves and handed it to the little girl. The little girl smiled happily with crooked eyebrows.
Yan Ge was a little confused, she murmured subconsciously, "You, what did you just say?"
Lifespan
Mortals have a lifespan. A dryad like her has a very long lifespan, so she hardly needs to worry about such things.
Therefore, she never thought that Saburo would have such a problem that his life was approaching.
Evil Jiaolong didn't respond, and stared at Yan Ge's silly face with a playful face.
Yan Ge: "Sanlang, is it the end of Saburo's lifespan? How did you find out?"
"You think I'll be an idiot like you who can't see anything?"
Yan Ge didn't care about Ejiaolong's words, she continued to ask in a panicked voice: "Then you, can you help him?"
"Yes, but I don't want to."
"I'll help you find the flat-haired beast, can you help me extend Saburo's life?"
Hearing the words, the evil dragon looked at Yan Ge with a mentally retarded face.
She said: "Is it sick? You, a dead person, what are you doing bringing him back? Be a ghost."
The current Evil Flood Dragon, she actually doesn't have many deep memories of flat-haired beasts, she just knows that her man's short-lived ghost died early, as for the others, they have faded to almost nothing in her heart.
Yan Ge was blocked by her words and was speechless.
Until he left the bamboo house for a long time, Yan Ge was in a state of being out of his mind.
The little girl has been conquered by Saburo's various gadgets, and she watched Saburo leave eagerly.
At the end, she turned her head back to the house and said to her mother: "Mom, my father must be more interesting than the little uncle."
Evil Jiaolong has already picked up his own needlework basket, and began to compete with needlework again.
She heard that her fingers were prickly, and it was the needle that poked her fingertips again.
For a moment of trance in front of her eyes, her heart was inexplicably irritable, she frowned and snorted lightly: "Your damn father is the most boring, I even forgot what he looks like."
I really forgot.
I can't remember, and I'm not interested in thinking about it.
A man that she can't even remember must be extremely boring.
(end of this chapter)