Ghost Husband's Too Shy

Such a ritual thing, which I don't know, is going on in front of me. Looking at Mo Chen's hand and Fang Jun's slowly closed eyes.

A moment of confusion, I don't know what will happen next, but I'm not in danger. Now in my heart, without Fang Jun, I'm out of danger.

Even vaguely, I put all the bad things on Fang Jun. it is because of him that I am so uncomfortable and helpless.

With a slight sigh, I stretched out my hand, grabbed the cold Ling Xiao's finger and whispered, "Ling Xiao, do you see it? The people who hurt us will soon get what they deserve, but when will you wake up and see and hear me? "

In fact, deep in my heart, I will still regard Fang Jun as Ling Xiao's healer. Without Fang Jun, what can Ling Xiao do.

But whenever I think of Fang Jun's character and doing so many bad things, I know that Fang Jun will not save Ling Xiao no matter what he says or asks. In this way, it's better to disappear.

But... Now Fang Jun has really become the defeated general of Mo Chen. Seeing that his body changes bit by bit, I still feel some unspeakable feeling. It's fear that Ling Xiao will really not wake up. It will really close his eyes endlessly and never open them again because Fang Jun disappears.

Looking at Mo Chen's calm appearance, I subconsciously felt that he should not do such an unprotected thing. However, I don't know what they said before. I don't know.

Now the only thing I can do is to wait. After the ink dust solves Fang Jun, I will solve my discomfort.

When Fang Jun's black gas surged up and down and condensed on his head, I obviously saw that his original young face grew old quickly with the naked eye.

I covered my mouth. It turned out that these black gases were the secret to maintaining Fang Jun's youth. It was these things that made Fang Jun today.

Maybe he sensed my feeling. Fang Jun, who closed his eyes and became old, suddenly opened his eyes and caught my eyes off guard. I was inspired.

In this look, it seems... Indescribable relief and incomparable attachment to me.

I frowned and felt a sense of Indescribability in my heart. I was relieved? lose? Is it finally over? I don't know. Maybe they all have it, maybe they don't.

The only certainty is that he will never face Fang Jun's threat in the future. Since he is willing to let Mo Chen do so, there must be a reason.

Sometimes giving up may be faster than insisting on happiness.

A few minutes later, under the operation of ink dust, Fang Jun's body dried up completely and became an old man. Moreover... After hundreds of years, this body should have become a dead bone.

Fang Jun's forehead and hair are all gray, and there is no complete and smooth skin on his face. He is just like a bone. In my eyes, he becomes thin and gloomy.

Skeleton, skeleton with one breath left.

After hundreds of years, I can finally see my old appearance. I sigh in my heart. In the final analysis, I still don't know whether Fang Jun's obsession is me or endless life and power.

But at this moment, it doesn't matter. No matter what he's thinking, it doesn't matter.

The next step is probably death.

Fang Jun's blood vessels completely stopped flowing and covered his old skin so soft.

The face, because of the rapid atrophy of muscles, also became unbearable to look directly at.

His eyes were deeply sunk, and the corners of his mouth could not be lifted because of the relaxation and aging of his skin.

I sat on the ground and watched the amazing changes for a few minutes.

Ink dust was calm and moved his hand away from him. At this time, the spell on his hand had disappeared completely. Perhaps it disappeared because he absorbed Fang Jun's power.

I can't help worrying that these forces are too dirty and conflict with ink dust's body and temperament.

But my worry seemed superfluous. She turned around and looked at me vaguely. She probably replied to me: "I didn't absorb his strength, but I stored all these things and they were useful."

I sipped my mouth. It seemed that the ink dust knew what I thought in my heart.

He nodded to show understanding. When he put his eyes on Fang Jun, he hasn't fallen yet. He just sat quietly, looked at me and looked at me deeply.

Probably after his eyes became more sunken, his eyes were not so bright. An old man for hundreds of years looked at me with eyes that were almost glued to me, which made me feel a little unnatural.

It changes too fast. Fortunately, I digest it very quickly.

I don't know whether to be happy or surprised.

I held Ling Xiao's hand tightly. It doesn't matter. There must be a way to let Ling Xiao open his eyes. This man can't be so willing to leave me.

At this time, an old hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"An Jiling, when I die, he can wake up." I was stunned and pointed my head at the master of the voice.

Fang Jun

I frowned slightly. For a moment, I didn't know what I was thinking. The joy of hindsight came slowly.

Now I looked at the tottering Fang Jun: "this is your choice?"

Of course I know that Fang Jun can't sacrifice himself for Ling Xiao, let alone give up his selfish desire. However, I can't figure out why he came to the end like this.

Things seem to be much faster than I thought.

"I don't have time, I won't compete anymore, let alone any more means and tricks. I've lived for hundreds of years. Now, I finally handed over my life. It's probably God's arrangement. Good and evil don't coexist. I'm a cult, but when I met God, the result is already in my heart. So now, it's good. I can talk about the conditions, Good. Ha... Ha... "

Slowly, the old voice. If I hadn't seen Fang Jun open his mouth before, I would even doubt whether it was the same person or what Fang Jun said.

"Brother?" I called Mo Chen with some doubts, "what's going on? He... "

I didn't look at Fang Jun's face again. I was afraid that the wrinkled old man would appear in my mind.