But her soul will not stay in this world, how can she let Yi Zehao accept it
Luo Liyan held the man's wrinkled palm weakly, and smiled bitterly, "I've been watching it for seventy years, how long do you want me to watch you?"
"It's only a short seventy years, and we still have tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years." Yi Zehao held her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly.
That pious tone and movements made Luo Liyan's heart relax. What he wanted to say choked in his throat a few times, but he couldn't say it anyway.
No matter how dull Yi Zehao was, he still felt something was wrong with her, and a sharp light flashed across her sharp eyes that didn't look old at all, "Looking at Yanyan like this, it seems that she really doesn't want to be with me anymore, Do you think I'm not angry with my old appearance now?"
Luo Li gasped, and then couldn't help laughing, "What are you thinking, do you despise me now that I am like this?"
"How come, I love you no matter what you look like." Yi Zehao kissed the top of Luo Liyan's head, the old wrinkles on his face gradually flattened, and he gradually returned to his youthful appearance.
The slightly wide eye ends, sword eyebrows and star eyes exude an alienated and fierce aura, and the already shallow lips have no color this time.
The whole person looks gloomy and lifeless. Although he is still handsome, at first glance he will definitely not make people associate him with other people.
A struggle flashed in the depths of Yi Zehao's eyes. He wanted to tell Yanyan who he was, but he was afraid that he would scare her at the last moment after hiding it for so long.
Luo Liyan lowered the corners of her eyes, looked at the big palm without a trace of wrinkle, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with some difficulty: "Aren't you going to hide this time?"
Yi Zehao was taken aback, but immediately realized what she said, "You already knew?"
"Well, you are my husband, how could I not know anything." Luo Liyan's smile deepened a bit.
Yi Zehao hugged her and turned around gently, the two stared at each other, each other's reflection was engraved in each other's eyes, no matter how time passed, they were each other's favorite appearance.
"I'm the ghost king." Yi Zehao's deep voice was a little dry.
"I know." Luo Liyan blinked playfully.
Although still vivid, Yi Zehao could see her life passing by little by little.
His throat rolled down, and there was a strong sourness in his eyes.
"Don't cry, majestic ghost king, don't you make people laugh if you cry all the time." Luo Liyan raised her hand, wanting to wipe away those crystal clear tears.
But she didn't have much strength anymore, she just raised her hand, and she was about to fall down.
Yi Zehao quickly held the little hand that had gradually lost its warmth, and gently placed it on his eyes.
The faint wetness made the hearts of both of them feel as if they were being tightly grabbed, sore and painful, with their mouths slightly open, panting like dehydrated fish.
Yi Zehao didn't know what happened to him.
Obviously, Yanyan just closed her eyes for a while, and she will reappear by her side soon.
But that inexplicable despair made him fear that he would lose Yanyan forever.
His intuition was too strong, and he, who was sure of himself, suddenly panicked.
"I... I have a way, I have a way to extend your life, you will be fine! Don't be afraid!" Yi Zehao's voice was out of tune in a panic, he raised his hand, and the black light ball changed little by little in his hand. getting bigger and bigger.
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