These strange signs made Yan Jue feel like there was an extra thorn in his heart, making him restless. He sat up and looked at Ye Zijin's sleeping face, and for a moment his heart felt as soft as a marshmallow.
He touched Ye Zijin's face lovingly: "It's all my brother's fault. He made you hurt. In this life, I swear that I will make you live happily every day and never have any worries again. Brother I swear to you."
His fingertips touched Ye Zijin's eyebrows slightly, and Ye Zijin's brows wrinkled, and then he fell asleep. Yan Jueban hugged Ye Zijin and used a small spell. Ye Zijin stopped time. Will wake up.
He gently opened Ye Yejin's pajamas, revealing his jade-white chest, which looked like pink jade. He wished that others could play with it completely, and it was most difficult to move away from him. What he looked at was that there was a little cinnabar mole on Ye Zijin's chest near his heart. I don't know if it was due to the sunlight, but it was still shining with a trace of red light.
Yan Jue's eyes darkened, and he was half-dressed. If someone were to stand here, they would be surprised, because Yan Jue also has a red mole that is exactly the same as Ye Zijin's. The size and location are exactly the same. .
Yan Jue felt the heartbeat under his hand and murmured to himself: "It's all my brother's fault. He made you feel uncomfortable."
Yan Jue would always say these words every time Ye Zijin had heartache, and then wiped the tears on Ye Zijin's face. The expression on his face was actually even more uncomfortable than Ye Zijin's, as if his heart was being tortured. Life is like being dug out. At that time, he would always hug Ye Zijin and say this. Ye Zijin would frown and say in a funny way: "Brother, you don't need to blame yourself like this. I'm not a child anymore. I can tell the difference clearly." Right or wrong, my brother is very good to me, so how could he bear to make me feel pain? Moreover, my disease was carried in my mother's womb, so my brother doesn't need to comfort me like this."
Yan despaired at Ye Zijin's pale little face and bloodless lips due to angina, and felt very uncomfortable. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything or say anything. The only thing he could do was to hug Ye Zijin tightly. A little, a little tighter. He was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear in front of him.
For Yuan Ye, Ye Zijin's face was indeed a lot rounder, and his face gradually became more colorful. But for Yan Jue, this was not enough. This was far from enough. He wanted Ye Zijin to live peacefully. Go down. Instead of being seriously ill like now, he touched the red mole and his eyes slowly became deeper.
The art of resurrecting the dead is inherently contrary to nature, so how could it be possible without paying any price? He spent hundreds of years to find Ye Zijin's soul, and then carefully cared for it with the best medicinal materials. Resurrection was a forbidden art and a spiritual practice. The biggest taboo of the reader.
He still remembered that when he had fused Ye Zijin's soul with the magic medicine and was preparing to use the technique of resurrecting the dead, suddenly, dark clouds covered the entire sky, and suddenly there was a strong wind, and there were even a few thunders.
Yan Jue knew that that was Tiandao's warning to him. If he made any next move, Tiandao would kill him without hesitation. But he just glanced at it lightly, and then continued to work on the unfinished work in his hand, as if it was just a thunder and rain, no big deal.
(End of chapter)