Chapter 4671

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

Luo Liyan weakly grasped the man, had wrinkled the big palm, bitterly smile, "I've been watching for 70 years, how long do you want me to see you?"

"But it's only 70 years. We still have tens of thousands of years, more than 100000 years." Yi Zehao took her hand, put it on her lips and gave it a kiss.

The pious tone and action made Luo Liyan's heart relax. What he wanted to say choked in his throat several times, but there was no way to say it.

Yi Zehao even if is again dull, also felt her not right place, that silk does not see the old sharp eyes flashed the road sharp light, "look at the smoke this appearance, seems to be really don't want to be together with me again, is to think I now this pair of old appearance is not good?"

Luo Li fumed, and then couldn't help laughing, "what are you thinking? Do you dislike me for what I am like now?"

"No matter what you are, I love you." Yi Zehao kisses Luo Liyan on the top of his head. The old wrinkles on his face flatten down a little bit, and gradually change back to what he looked like when he was young.

His eyes were wide, his eyebrows were sharp, and his lips were thin.

The whole person looks gloomy and lifeless. Although he is still very handsome, he will never be associated with others at first sight.

Yi Zehao's eyes flashed a struggle. 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 corner of his eyes, looked at the big palm without any wrinkles, raised his mouth slightly, and said with some difficulty, "this time I won't hide it?"

Yi Zehao was startled, but then she reflected what she said, "you already know?"

"Well, you are my husband. How can I not know anything?" Luo Liyan's smile deepened a bit.

Yi Zehao gently turns around with her in his arms. They gaze at each other. The reflection of each other is engraved in each other's eyes. No matter how time goes by, they are all the images they love each other most.

"I'm the king of ghosts." Yi Zehao's low voice is a little dry.

"I know." Luo Liyan winked playfully.

Although it is still vivid, Yi Zehao can see her life passing by.

His throat rolled down and his eyes were sour.

"Don't cry, don't you cry, you're not a joke." Luo Liyan raised his hand and wanted to pass away the crystal tears.

But she didn't have much strength. She just lifted her hand and was about to fall.

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

That light wet meaning, let their two hearts seem to be mercilessly grasped, sour and painful, slightly open mouth, like dehydrated fish panting.

Yi Zehao doesn't know what happened to him.

Clearly smoke smoke just close your eyes, soon will reappear in their own side.

But that inexplicable despair, but let him have a kind of fear that he will lose smoke forever.

Too strong intuition, so sure of himself, he suddenly panicked.

"I I have a way, I have a way to extend your life, you will be OK! Don't be afraid Yi Zehao's voice is flustered and out of tune. He raises his hand, and the black light ball becomes bigger and bigger in his hand.

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