Thinking of this, Taoist Master Shangyang raised his head and let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and said: "That's all, it seems that I lost, and lost to your so-called love in the world!"
"Taoist Priest, you..." Xuanyuan Yongling and Wu Yage were overjoyed at the same time, looking at him with eyes full of surprise and expectation.
"However," Taoist Master Shangyang turned his head away, choosing not to look at them, and said, "If you are together, you can no longer harbor magical powers. From now on, you will be like ordinary people, living, old, sick and dying. Are you still willing to be together?
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"We are willing!" Without any hesitation, the two of them nodded solemnly, answering resolutely without any regrets.
"Okay," Shang Yang knew that nothing in this world could break up this pair of lovers, so he said no more. He took a deep breath and turned around——
I saw him closing his eyes, muttering something in his mouth, and then sweeping the dust in his hand, Yage immediately felt that his whole body was swept up by a gust of air, as if there was another person drilling out of his body.
The feeling of pain that spread all over her body, even in her bones, surrounded her. She was all too familiar with this kind of pain.
I gritted my teeth and endured it, constantly cheering myself up: It will be over soon, and as long as I can endure this moment, the future will be bright!
Seeing her pain, Xuanyuan Yongling felt reluctant to give up. He could only hold her hand tightly and give her endless encouragement...
Finally, the air flow was taken away, and Ya Ge's body lay softly in Xuanyuan Yongling's arms.
At this moment, she was so tired and weak that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands.
"Yaya, how are you?" Seeing that her face was getting paler, Xuanyuan Yongling felt sorry for her and held her tightly in his arms.
"I'm fine." Ya Ge raised her head from his arms with a pale smile. Then she looked at Taoist Master Shangyang and smiled weakly: "Taoist Master, do you want to take back the Wentian Sword and Wuyou Qin?"
Shangyang nodded expressionlessly and swept the whisk in his hand again.
Ya Ge's right hand was immediately pulled, and the sword hairpin on her bun slowly and automatically pulled away...
After all, they are things that have been worn for more than ten years. Invisibly, they have already become a habit of Yage. At this time, seeing that they are about to be lost, my heart is full of reluctance to let go.