Other women don't know how terrible this catastrophe is, so how could she not notice the horror in it? If she were to survive such a catastrophe, she would definitely be dead.

Although Ding Ning usually behaves very magically, after all, he is not even a semi-god. In such a terrible disaster, there is no way to survive.

But they can only bury their sorrow and worry deep in their hearts so that other sisters will not be distracted by worry. Now, they can only look forward to a miracle.

thunderbolt!

The calamity clouds followed Ding Ning's departure, and the dense crimson thunderclouds shrouded the distant sky, like burning clouds, gorgeous and beautiful, but full of trembling heart palpitations.

On the sea, a lone boat drifted with the current.

The old woman was simmering fish soup, and the old man was sitting on the bow of the boat fishing quietly.

"Brother Dian, you really don't want to go and take a look?"

After all, the old woman didn't calm down and asked softly.

"Not going."

The old man said firmly without raising his head.

"He is our only grandson."

The old woman said anxiously.

"This is his calamity. He can only overcome it by himself. No one else can help him."

The old man raised his head, looked at the fiery red sky in the distance, his cloudy old eyes flashed, and said faintly.

The old woman looked at the lover she had waited for for more than forty years with complicated eyes. The familiar lover made her feel so strange after meeting again after a long absence.

Sometimes gentle and considerate, sometimes cold as ice, sometimes affectionate, sometimes domineering and wild...

It was as if there were two souls with completely different personalities living in his old body, making her feel both familiar and strange, sweet and frightened.

I'm afraid that one day, the familiar soul will disappear forever and be completely occupied by the unfamiliar soul.

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thunderbolt!
Chapter completed!