Yue Tiantian pouted slightly, "That man has stolen your sister from you and is so jealous that he goes crazy every day. How can you like him?"
"Haha, Tiantian, he didn't steal his sister, but she should have been with him. He loves her, and she loves him. We are a perfect match. You should bless your sister instead of thinking about it.
I want to kill him and make my sister die of grief." Yang Zimei also said to Yue Tiantian solemnly, "If Tiantian also likes him, then my sister will like Tiantian. If Tiantian wants to kill him, then my sister will definitely not like Tiantian.
, even hate and hate Tiantian, think about it yourself?"
There was a look of fear and panic on Yue Tiantian's face. He hurriedly hugged Yang Zimei's arm and held her close, "Sister, don't hate Tiantian. Tiantian will no longer think about the man who killed my sister. Tiantian will be like my sister."
If you like him, sister, you must like him Tiantian."
"Okay." Yang Zimei breathed a sigh of relief, touched his head, and chanted the sleeping spell to let him fall asleep.
Seeing that he was asleep, she quietly stood up and observed what was going on around her.
Everything was normal except for the newborn baby crying from time to time.
She and her master had already set up a formation outside the house before. Those souls that escaped from the soul-gathering mirror, unless they had particularly strong resentment, would not be able to get in.
At this time, several weak coughs came from the master's room, which seemed to contain some phlegm and blood.
Her heart ached.
She gently pushed open the master's door.
Yuqing has always had the habit of sitting cross-legged and meditating to sleep.
He is still the same now, holding a fly whisk and sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed.
Yang Zimei noticed that his body was slightly tilted, as if he was lacking in energy.
Heartbroken, she stepped forward, sat on the chair in front of the master, and observed him with her heavenly eyes. She found that his end seemed to be approaching, and he only had three months to live at most.
Yuqing has lived to this day and is already 123 years old. It is normal that her death is approaching.
However, her heart was very panicked and scared.
She looked at the familiar and kind face of her master, and scenes of his care and teachings for her on the mountain came to mind...
My breasts are wet with tears!
Perhaps sensing that she was coming, Yuqing opened his eyes, coughed slightly, and looked at her kindly with his glazed eyes that could still see, "Niuniu, why don't you sleep?"
"I...just want to come over and see Master." Yang Zimei hurriedly reached out to wipe her tears so that Master would not see her sad look.
However, Yuqing has raised her for ten years. Which of her actions and thoughts can escape his eyes?
He roughly guessed the reason for her sadness, reached out and touched her hair, and said with a calm smile: "Is it because the end of my life as a teacher has come?"
Yang Zimei choked and nodded, then looked at Yuqing with firm eyes, "Master, I can't lose you. I want to fight the King of Hell and change your life."
"What a stupid girl!"
Yuqing said lovingly, "Nine years ago, I should have reported to the King of Hell as my master. Thanks to you, it has continued to this day. Niuniu, birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature. What's more, the master is already alive.
I'm over 120 years old and have lived longer than ordinary people. Even if I die, I have nothing to complain about. What's more, Master can still have you as a good disciple."
"Master——"
Yang Zimei couldn't help but threw herself into his arms and cried, stubbornly saying: "I don't want you to leave! I want you to always be here!"
"Silly boy, even if Master is away, Master's soul will still be with you." Yuqing touched her head and said, "Don't be sad."
Can she not be sad?
The tragic fate of her previous family being ruined made her particularly afraid that the people she loved would leave, and she especially wanted to hold them tightly by her side.