The Magnificent God of War

Time is running out?

Jiang Ning's heart was shocked.

"I see, you go and rest first."

He asked the doctor to go to rest first, standing there in a daze. After a while, Jiang Ning took a deep breath and walked into the room.

It is hard to imagine that the brave and invincible old urchin three years ago was lying weakly on the bed at this moment, losing his former vigor.

"I'm not dead yet, what is your expression?"

Seeing Jiang Ning's expression, the old naughty boy couldn't help cursing.

He struggled to sit up, suddenly felt a little weak in his hands, and the expression on his face could not help but gradually solidified, and a trace of loss and helplessness flashed through.

"felt it?"

Jiang Ning gave a wry smile, "You have to be old."

The old naughty boy said nothing.

Lying there, closing his eyes, seemed to feel the changes in his body carefully.

"Hey."

After a while, he opened his eyes, and the loss in his eyes was swept away, with a kind of self-deprecating, "Really old."

"The deadline has come."

The old naughty boy shook his head lightly, "It's a pity, it's a pity, I haven't waited until the apprentice grows up, and she is rumored to be a peerless kung fu, hey, what a pity.

Jiang Yao is only three years old, and he can actually start contacting, but the old naughty boy is still unwilling. He feels distressed when the female doll eats so much. He also vowed before that when Jiang Yao can walk at the age of one, he will start teaching her to practice exercises. , Till now, it's so unbelievable.

Don't say let Jiang Yao polish the basic skills, doing boring movements, suffering, bleeding and sweating, even if he accidentally bumps into a stone, the stone has to be broken by the old naughty boy.

Jiang Ning could see that even if Jiang Yao grew up, the old naughty boy would never force her. Unless Jiang Yao wanted to learn, the old naughty boy would not be willing to let her suffer.

"How much time is there?"

Jiang Ning asked.

This is probably only the old naughty boy himself knowing this best.

"By the end of the day, I am more than two hundred years old."

The old naughty boy said, "The body is decayed, and the blood is deficient. You can barely support it for half a year."

Thinking of this, he felt helpless.

"I haven't been able to spend more time with Jiang Yao."

The old naughty boy is not afraid of death, nor does he care about life and death. In his life, he is unrestrained, magnanimous and happy. He has never cared about false fame. If it were not for the revenge of being killed by the wolf, he would have finished his life long ago.

At that time, he had nothing to worry about, a happy day is a day, but now, he is concerned about it.

It's hard to let go of the concerns.

Jiang Ning didn't speak, he didn't know what to say.

For half a year, for the old naughty boy, it was already a very extravagant thing, but for Jiang Yao, she was so young that she had to go through the separation, and Jiang Ning felt a little sad.

"Master! Master!"

Outside the house, Jiang Yao's milky voice came.

She ran in with red eyes and rushed to the bed, apparently crying for a long time, making the old naughty boy distressed, and struggling to sit up, stroking Jiang Yao's little head.

"Ouch, Yaoyao, don't cry, don't cry, Master is not dead, why are you crying?"

"You two, don't droop your face, I can't die again!"

He glanced at Jiang Ning, hoping that Jiang Ning would cooperate and not make Jiang Yao sad.

Seeing Jiang Yao turning his head to look at him, Jiang Ning nodded: "Well, that's right, your master is okay, just fainted.

He randomly found a reason.

Three-year-old children may not be able to express themselves, but they are actually very smart. They know everything, can understand, and have some awareness. Although they don't know what death means, knowing that death means leaving.

On behalf of? Xi Ai Ai Di Wu Yishan closed? I will never see it again.

"I want Master!"

Jiang Yao narrowed her mouth, with a hint of crying in her voice, clutching the hand of the old naughty boy, tears rolled down like pearls, the more she said her sadness, the louder she cried.