Phoenix on Fire: Allure of the City

Because of the gradual decline of his cultivation base, now Jun Wushang's face has some fine lines, and even his once black hair has some silver threads, Nalan Qingcheng outlines Jun Wushang little by little. Every bit of their faces seems to be imprinted with their past.

Finally, the tears in Nalan Qingcheng's eyes could no longer be restrained and fell down.

Silent tears dripped into the water full of medicinal herbs, causing layers of ripples. Jun Wushang blinked his eyelashes and opened his eyes, quietly looking at Nalan Qingcheng who was crying into tears. Jun Wushang Shang weakly evoked a smile. During the days soaked in this medicine bucket, he would wake up for a while every day. Every time he would see the face of Nalan Qingcheng in front of his eyes. He knew it was a hallucination. With the decline of cultivation, he obviously felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, which was a sign of exhaustion of life. Look, the hallucination came again. He stretched out his hand to touch Nalan Qingcheng's face, even if it was an hallucination, it didn't matter He misses her so much. For many years, he has never had such a peaceful moment. He is entangled in tedious affairs every day, and sometimes even thinking about her is a luxury.

Nalan Qingcheng felt a shadow approaching him, and when he looked up, it was actually a slightly old hand, and when he looked again, Jun Wushang had already woken up, Nalan Qingcheng grabbed Jun Wushang's hand excitedly.

"Wushang, you're awake."

Jun Wushang was shocked, and then stroked Nalan Qingcheng's seemingly real and fake cheek with his fingertips, until he touched the real and cold cheek, he realized that it was not an illusion, but the real her, at this moment, she was in front of my eyes.

"Qingcheng, you are back."

Thousands of words turned into one sentence: You are back.

In Nalan Qingcheng's heart, countless words are not as good as this heart-warming words. It feels like no matter where you are or when you return, there is always someone waiting for you where you are, and cheering for you. A candle that never goes out, illuminates the way back to time.

Nalan Qingcheng looked at Jun Wushang with distressed eyes and nodded slightly.

"Well, I'm back, I'm back by your side, and I will never leave again."

A wry smile appeared on Jun Wushang's pale face.

"I'm already old."

Nalan Qingcheng smiled.

"I will grow old with you, die together, and reincarnate together. No matter where I am, I will always be with you."

"Silly Qingcheng, what's the use of guarding an old man? You still have a long way to go."

Nalan Qingcheng's gaze suddenly became cold.

"Jun Wushang, do you really want to give up? After playing with my old lady, you don't want my old lady anymore? Let me tell you, even if you die in this life, you are still mine. No, in the next life, the next life, the next life... You are all mine, even for eternity, don't even think about getting rid of me."

Jun Wushang looked at Nalan Qingcheng affectionately, not letting go of every bit of her face, as if from now on he would never look at this caring face again.

The two of them refused to back down, and after less than half an hour of stalemate, Jun Wushang fell into a deep sleep again.

Nalan Qingcheng rubbed his eyebrows and walked away from the secret realm. In the magic palace, the four demon kings looked at Nalan Qingcheng who was meditating on the high seat without saying a word.

"Tell me, how long can Wushang last like this at most? Or is there any way to save him completely?"

The four looked at each other in embarrassment, and finally fell silent.

Nalan Qingcheng lightly tapped the teacup in his hand, seeing the four of them remained silent, Nalan Qingcheng suddenly dropped the teacup in his hand to the ground with a 'snap' sound.