Chapter 4671: Extra 06

But her soul will not stay in this world, how can she let Yi Zehao accept it?

Luo Liyan held the man's wrinkled palms weakly and smiled bitterly. "I have been watching it for seventy years. How long do you want me to see you?"

"But in just 70 years, we still have tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years." Yi Zehao held her hand, put it on the lips and kissed gently.

That reverent tone and movement made Luo Liyan's heart loose, and what he wanted to say was smoked several times in his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

Even if Yi Zehao was dull, she felt that she was wrong, and her sharp eyes that did not see the old flashed a sharp light, "It seems that I really don't want to be with me anymore. Do you think I'm upset now? "

Luo Li got out of the smoke, and then couldn't help laughing, "What are you thinking, do you dislike me like I am now?"

"How can I love you no matter what you look like." Yi Zehao kissed Luo Liyan's head, the old wrinkles on his face flattened, and gradually returned to his youthful appearance.

The narrow eyes and starbrows of the sword eyebrows exude a distant and sharp atmosphere. This time the already thin lips have no color this time.

The whole man looked gloomy and dead, and although he was still handsome, at first glance it would never make him associate with others.

Deep in Yi Zehao's eyes, he struggled. He wanted to tell Yanyan who he was, but was afraid he had kept it for so long, but he scared her at the last moment.

Luo Liyan lowered the corner of his eyes, looking at the big palm without a line of wrinkles, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted up, and said with some effort: "Can't I hide it this time?"

Yi Zehao was startled, but immediately reacted to what she said, "You already knew?"

"Well, you are my husband, how could I know nothing." Luo Liyan smiled a little deeper.

Yi Zehao turned around holding her gently, the two gazed, and each other's eyes were engraved with each other's reflections. No matter how time passed, they were each other's favorite looks.

"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 a little bit.

His throat rolled down, and his eyes became sour.

"Don't cry, Dignified Ghost King, you all cry, isn't it a joke." Luo Liyan raised his hand, trying to pass away the crystal tears.

But she didn't have much strength anymore, and she had just raised her hand and was about to fall.

Yi Zehao quickly grasped the little hand that had gradually lost its warmth, and gently placed it on his eyes.

The faint wetness made both of their hearts feel choked hard, sore and painful, with their mouths slightly open, gasping like a dehydrated fish.

Yi Zehao doesn't know what happened to him.

Obviously Yanyan just closed his eyes, and will soon reappear next to him.

But the inexplicable despair gave him the fear that he would lose his smoke forever.

He was too strong instinct, and made him resolutely panic.

"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 order, he raised his hand, and the black light ball was a little bit in his hand. Getting bigger and bigger.

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