His skin has dried up to the point that it is almost falling off, his height is shortening, his clothes have even become baggy, and he sways three times with every step he takes.
Finally, he stopped moving and fell heavily to the ground.
There was a "plop" sound and it fell very hard.
"Come back! I promise, I don't care anymore!" Ling Luo screamed hard at Xuanyuan Yu's fallen body, his voice full of crying, "So what if you get old? Who doesn't get old? If you are
If you are older than me, who will take care of me? Bastard!"
Frustrated, she changed her ways and started scolding him.
Xuanyuan Yu, who had already fallen to the ground, immediately turned his head when he heard Ling Luo shouting such words. His face, as old as an old tree root, was full of joy, and the corners of his lips curved up like an innocent child.
Smile, even though he has completely lost all his teeth.
Since he couldn't convince her with words, he would use hurting himself to express his indifference and his feelings.
"I...come..."
Xuanyuan Yu's chapped, bloodless lips moved slightly, and his old and hoarse voice was like sawn wood.
The warmth in the corners of Ling Luo's eyes gurgled uncontrollably.
She stood up straight and looked at him coldly with an extremely unruly look. Her voice was full of disgust and she said: "You look like you are old and immortal, and half of your feet have already stepped into the coffin board."
, how can you take care of me?"
The smile on Xuanyuan Yu's lips became brighter and brighter. He used the last bit of strength in his body to stand up and walked back tremblingly.
One step, two steps, ten steps, twenty steps.
Finally, he returned to her again.
And his extremely old appearance, which was similar to that of an old man in the world about a hundred years old, has once again changed back to the appearance of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
The time and space restrictions in the Southern Meteor Mountain are reversible. The premise is that you have the life to come back. Obviously, most of the cultivators who come in have no life to come out.
Ling Luo looked steadily at her husband, who was only an inch away from her. A wave of enthusiasm surged in her heart, and her entire cold body warmed up. She heard a tremor coming from the depths of her soul.
No matter what time, this man has the ability to make his heart palpitate.
"If you dare to mess around again, I will throw you away."
Ling Luo warned through gritted teeth, clasping Xuanyuan Yu's arms tightly with both hands, as if she wanted to pinch into his flesh and blood before she would give in.
"You dare to throw me?"
A certain black-faced wife-slave raised her eyebrows, and an extremely unhappy look flashed across her black hole-like eyes, like a giant beast that had become angry due to embarrassment.
"If you dare to throw me away, I will throw your son away!" He threatened viciously, but his dark eyes were filled with a cunning smile.
Ling Luo glanced at Xuanyuan Yu in disbelief and said, "That's your son too!"
"If you throw your son away, you can regenerate it. It doesn't matter." Xuanyuan Yu took another step closer, lowered his head and pressed it against Ling Luo's forehead. He could even feel her warm breath clearly.