Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 172 The Demon King’s Cinnabar Mole (78)

Tan Sang is now just a mortal, already in his 30s, and his body functions are declining in all aspects.

Later, I don't know where Boyan got these potions. Although it can't reduce death, it can save her from disease and keep her face for a long time.

She is already very satisfied.

But Boyan was not very happy when he thought that she would die.

In fact, she was also a little worried.

She was afraid that after she died, he would find someone else to be his wife.

But Boyan liked and doted on her so much that he would never like anyone else.

The years are wasted, Baiyun Canggou.

In the blink of an eye, Tan Sang was already in his twilight years, but he still looked like a teenage girl with a bright smile.

She would look at this spiritual spring every day these days.

She wanted to watch the fruit grow into a man.

But the fruit seems to have mutated, and it hasn't grown into a human shape for many years, but the branches are getting more and more dense.

It has become a unique green plant in this land.

Tan Sang didn't know if it was because of getting old, he was getting more and more lethargic.

Sitting next to Lingquan alone, he fell asleep after staying for a while.

Every time I wake up, I see Boyan's dissatisfied expression.

He is vinegaring a fruit.

If he had known that this fruit was not yet a grown-up, it would have attracted Tan Sang's attention like this, and he would not have brought it back.

Tan Sang got up and nestled in his arms.

"Boyan, what will you do if I die?"

Boyan never liked this topic, and the air became a little cold after hearing it.

But she always wants him to face reality.

"Bo Yan." She called him.

The fingers that were originally placed curled up little by little, forming fists.

There was still a faint smile on his face.

"Ma'am, do you like me?"

Tan Sang was amused by his serious look.

So many years of intentions, could it be false?
"Naturally, I like Beyondsoft the most."

She bent over him, but deliberately whispered the words into his ear.

It's like murmuring.

"Then if you see me again in the future, will you still be willing to be husband and wife with me?"

His back was straight and tense, and he refused to let go of any slack.

Although Tan Sang was surprised that he had so many questions today, he was still patient: "Yes, I will always like you."

Whether it is this life or the next life, or the next life, eternal life will be with you forever.

Her little hands scratched around, trying to hold his hand.

Boyan raised a hand to her.

She regarded that hand as the rarest treasure, and squeezed it back and forth in her hand.

Eyelids are getting heavy, she is tired: "Will the husband always remember me?"

Boyan seemed to have noticed something. He was usually calm and composed, but now he became panicked.

He said: "I have always liked you the most. I like you so much that you can give up everything in this world. So, ma'am, can you not leave?"

She smiled, exactly like the bright little girl back then, but this time, she closed her bright eyes.

Boyan's heartstrings broke instantly, and he held her hand in silence for a long time.

It wasn't until he saw her soul floating out that he recovered and placed the body.

Boyan, who was about to return to the temple, was interrupted by the sudden sound of a baby crying.

The little fruit beside the spiritual spring has turned into a baby.

White and tender.

But his "father" didn't want to talk to him.

He only gave him half a look.

Then he made a formula and ran away.

The little baby was lying beside the Lingquan, his big eyes were watery, but he was biting his lips.

The baby wants to cry.

But I can hold back.

As soon as Boyan left, green shoots slowly grew from the dead soil around him.

It's just a little seedling.

(End of this chapter)