Evolve from a Tree

"Thanks for your hard work."

The voice of the palace lord was very hoarse and dry, like two pieces of frosted glass being squeezed and rubbed vigorously.

Only when you get close can you see a green wooden pipe inserted into his back. The wooden pipe connects Jianmu and the dying old man, maintaining the fire of his life.

It's hard to imagine that the old man with sunken eye sockets, haggard appearance and stooped figure could be the hale and hearty Palace Mistress half a year ago.

Only those calm and gentle eyes are still the same, like a calm ice spring, looking at them can calm all the resentment in the heart.

The old man struggled to open the agreement, and slowly read it word by word. Time slowed down here, as if it had lost its meaning.

At the back of the agreement is a summary of all the intelligence that Liguo secretly collected about Su Mu. A huge amount of money was spent in exchange for information that could not be obtained on an A4 paper.

Shadow Dragon stood by, like a sculpture, without saying a word.

After a long time, the old man closed the agreement, and his spirit turned into reality. His calm eyes pierced through the fog of the future and explored a corner of history.

Immediately, the calm lake surface in the old man's eyes was riddled with ripples, and the ripples turned into rolling waves.

"good!"

The old man's voice was full of iron and blood, and his hoarse and obscure voice also turned into a gold and iron horse.

"I leave the country, when Daxing!"

"Yinglong, you immediately contact the other elders in my name and give them a rubbing of this agreement. If they decide to reject the terms of this agreement after discussion, you will give me a copy of my opinion." Say it without changing it."

"I think they'll understand."

"Shadow Dragon understands." Yinglong accepted the agreement and looked at the old man's completely wooded legs, his rock-solid hands trembling uncontrollably.

"How come Captain Shadow Dragon, who has always been decisive in killing, has become sentimental like Zhong Li today?"

"Palace Master, your body..."

The palace lord has no pretensions, is approachable and open-minded. Even in this situation, life would be worse than death, and he still teased Yinglong: "Don't worry, I have Jianmu to maintain, my life is hard, maybe I can see your child make a move."

This kind of joke is a kind of open-mindedness, which is even more admirable after knowing the sufferings of this sixty-year-old old man.

The cold Shadow Dragon was a little shy by the latter sentence. Thinking of his unborn child, this man as cold as steel couldn't help scratching his head and giggling in embarrassment.

"Time is precious, go now."

Shadow Dragon's face was serious, his legs were gathered, his back was straightened, he performed a standard military salute, and turned into that expressionless iron man again.

"Obey!"

Watching the shadow dragon leave, the old man could no longer hold back, covered his mouth with his withered palms and coughed painfully, green blood trickled out from the cracks in his fingers.

"How much time do I have?"

A shadow wrapped in mist appeared, unwilling to make a sound.

Sometimes, silence is also an answer.

"I see, it seems that my old bones that should have been buried in the ground are really going to be buried in the ground this time."

"Actually, you can choose..."

"You know my character, so you don't need to say such things again."

Shadow complained angrily: "It's already like this, why do you want to peek into the future?"

Shadow is not blaming the old man, just grieving for him.

The old man was a little regretful, a little helpless, a little regretful, a little sad, but he had no regrets.

He calmly and slowly said: "There is no way to do this. When the sky falls, there is a taller person holding it up. Who made me happen to be the tallest one?"

There is a price to be paid for seeing the future, a price that is so heavy that it is breathless.