"Do you know how cheap this old guy is?" Nalan Song laughed self-deprecatingly, "I had an extremely easy time in those six months because there were not many people for me to take care of. There were not that many people for me to bury. Already.
In fact, I don't even take care of this old guy anymore. In other words, I'm tired, both physically and mentally.
But that old guy was really mean. When I ignored him, he would harass me, kept trying to talk to me, and even took the initiative to clean the cave. There were days when I didn’t even have to prepare food. Jing Quietly, he lay there with his legs crossed and watched the old guy hunched over, almost lying on his stomach, walking to the stove and preparing food with trembling hands.
I can guess that this old guy is afraid of death, so he has an inexplicable feeling of closeness to me, a person who cannot die.
But no matter what, he was dying day by day. After all, he was already over eighty years old. The day before he died, he used his last breath to help me prepare a meal. I took the bowl and ate by myself. He But he didn't have the strength to pick up his own pair of chopsticks.
Huh, of course I won't take care of him.
So, his bowl of rice was left there, slowly getting cold, just like his body.
That night, he leaned against the wall, which was covered with thick demon wolf skin. He was not afraid of freezing to death. He panted heavily and kept talking to me. What these people said before they died were all very similar, and they were just like... A running account usually tells the story of one's life from birth to the present without any skill.
He really didn't have the talent to tell stories, so I got tired of listening and turned around and pretended to sleep.
I could hear his sigh, and slowly, I really fell asleep. However, when I woke up, I saw him lying there quietly, his mouth dry from talking too much. His skin was broken, but at this time he no longer had the strength to say another word.
I pushed him, and he opened his eyes and looked at me, but didn't speak, and almost didn't have the strength to shake his head. I panicked, and only then did I realize that I might never hear anyone talking to me again.
I pushed him like crazy, yelling, say something, say something, please, talk to me.
That bastard keeps talking when I don't want to listen, but when I want to listen, he can't say a word anymore.
I returned to Tianfeng Pavilion and found a large number of precious medicines. I never thought of using these things, but today I took them all out as if they were free of money. I have to keep him alive. If it doesn't work, I will use the original medicine. blood!
I boiled a lot of medicinal soup and poured it into his mouth one by one. He seemed to know that I was saving his life, and he also had a slight desire to survive. That night, I saw that he could nod or shake his head. , but speaking, it still doesn’t work.
This is no good! I saved him just to have someone to talk to. I increased the dosage of the medicine. After three days, the old guy seemed to have regained his consciousness and finally spoke.
As a result, what he said made me want to slap him to death. He stared at me and asked me how I planned to live alone for so long after his death.
If I knew how to live, why would I save him?
I told him that I have a way to make him immortal and make him immortal like me. Even if the Lord has told me countless times not to let me use my original blood, I can still make an exception for him."