Saburo held Yange's hand, saw her walking swayingly, and asked softly, "Can't you walk? I'll carry you on my back."
Yan Ge raised his head when he heard the words, and looked at Saburo's eyebrows.
Saburo is good-looking, although he is doing cruel things like slaying demons and exorcising demons, his facial features are handsome and gentle. Looking at him, he feels like seeing the beautiful world of singing birds and fragrant flowers, and his mood will improve.
"looking at what?"
Yan Ge's eyes hurriedly shifted to his hair: "I was looking to see if you have gray hair."
How can a person who doesn't even have wrinkles or a beard have reached the end of his life
She didn't even see half a white hair on his head.
With his appearance, it is completely impossible to tell that he is a person whose life is approaching.
Yan Ge couldn't figure it out, so he simply asked, "Sanlang, is your life coming soon?"
Saburo paused, and he nodded: "Yes."
If it is said that Yange was still skeptical when the evil dragon said it, he didn't really take this matter to the bottom of his heart.
But now, Saburo's low "hmm" made her feel as if a thunder had exploded in her head.
For a moment, the mind went blank, and only a feeling of despair spread.
It was as if the sky was falling.
In fact, in Yan Ge's cognition that Saburo is the sky, when Saburo's lifespan is up, it's almost as if the sky is about to fall.
Saburo helps her take care of her daily life, her life revolves around Saburo, and even her daily fun of watching people fight is staged by Saburo and those demons.
Without Saburo, she couldn't think of what else would be left in her life.
So after a brief brain crash and restart, Yange grabbed Sanlang's arm, turned around and walked towards the bamboo house again: "Sanlang, the evil dragon said that she can help you survive, let's go find her again."
San Lang held Yan Ge's hand and pulled her back. He said: "The life expectancy is determined by God. It is normal for life and death to be separated from others. There is no need to change your fate against the sky."
Yan Ge opened his mouth, with a blank expression on his face: "Well, then you are gone, what should I do?"
Saburo took her hand and walked forward slowly.
He said: You can go to other places to see the scenery.
"The outside world is more exciting than here," he said.
Yan Ge grabbed his arm and stomped his feet: "But, but I want you to stay with me."
He patted her head with a smile: "Aren't you going to find that phoenix?"
"It's not contradictory at all to find him and you to accompany me."
San Lang gave a "hmm" and asked her again: "What did you and the evil dragon talk about in the room?"
Yan Ge shook his head: "I didn't say anything. In fact, she still remembers the flat-haired beast, but she doesn't seem to be thinking about it that much."
After a pause, she said again: "I think she's pretty good now. When the flat-haired animal died, her heartbroken and desperate look made people feel sad. Now she is much more peaceful and gentle than before. .”
The peace and gentleness of the Evil Flood Dragon cannot be compared with others, it can only be compared with the previous Evil Flood Dragon.
San Lang was thoughtful: "Is she doing well?"
Yan Ge nodded, "It's much better than before."
The evil flood dragon in the past, it was terrifying to kill and kill at the slightest disagreement.
"It's just that the fish she cooks sounds bad, especially bad, and she still eats it with relish."
Saburo laughed lowly. "Probably Jiaolong's taste buds are different from ours."
This explanation is reasonable.
Yan Ge walked a few steps, then said in a low voice: "She is very bad at needlework, her fingers are full of blood spots from the needles, if you say she can't do it well, why do she still do it?"
(end of this chapter)