Fang Yan took Jimo Yu's pulse again.

Uncle Lin Si stepped forward and said, "How are you doing now?"

Fang Yan, who had touched Jue Mai, shook his head gently.

Jimo Yu was open-minded. He was originally at the end of his strength. Even if the high priest helps him, it would not be easy to control the body of a twenty-level Chehou. In order to be foolproof, he cruelly burned the last bit of vitality.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for Shaobai to wake up..." Jimo Yu leaned against Uncle Lin and reluctantly sat down. His reluctant gaze always fell on Jimo Qiu. "When he wakes up, please take him away from Qiguo, the further you go, the better."

Although Uncle Lin kept saying how Jimo Yu could live so much, at this moment, he showed sadness and promised: "A gentleman promises a thousand gold. What he promised you back then will be accomplished even if he fights this life. You don't have to worry about it."

Jimo Yu's voice was very light and false, as if the pronunciation of each word would take all his strength: "Remember... tell him to eat well... sleep well, okay... don't be sad for... I am here..."

He turned his head with all his last strength.

His eyes are facing the direction of the underground palace gate.

At this moment, his eyes were blurred, and the cold breath of death was spreading all over his body, but his heart was unprecedentedly quiet. In the dark, he felt a pair of gentle eyes staring at him, as if he wanted to tell him - Yu'er, don't be afraid!

Jimo Yu's chapped lips moved.

Uncle Lin Si and Fang Yan are close to each other and want to hear clearly.

It seems to be the word "Ah Niang".

Fang Yan went to explore Jimo Yu's pulse and shook his head.

Uncle Lin still felt dreaming and was unbelievable: "This old guy, is he dead like this? How could it be..."

But before I knew it, my eyes were red.

Although Jimo Yu's temper is even more stinky and harder than the stones in the pit, the years he has been with Lin Si's feelings of his long-lost fatherly love, and the other party has never been stingy with his own private interests. For Uncle Lin Si, he is both a life-saving benefactor and a master and a father.

Fang Yan sighed: "I'll go and see Shaobai."

Jimo Qiu woke up a little earlier than expected.

After one hour.

The young man with a quiet sleeping face opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was Shao Chong's enlarged face.

Jimo Qiu turned his head: "Thirteen?"

"Wake up, he wakes up!" Shao Chong did not answer, jumped up on the spot, turned his head and shouted at Fang Yan and the others for surprise.

After a while, both of them surrounded them.

Uncle Lin looked at Jimo Qiu nervously.

"Shaobai, do you still remember who I am?"

According to Jimo Yu's calculations, Jimo Qiu's wisdom trick should be opened. When the wisdom trick is opened and the mind returns, it is equivalent to a different person. Uncle Lin Si can't figure out what the situation will be. The only one who knows is that the body is almost cold.

"You are the fourth uncle."

Jimo Qiu stood up and sat up.

He remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.

In the past, I felt like I was covered with a layer of fog when I saw everything. Now, I think about it again and the scenes became clear in an instant. Many things I didn’t understand at the time were clear at this moment.

"Uncle Fourth, where is the teacher?"

Perhaps it was because the wisdom trick was opened, and the voice was gone without the ignorant and tender tone of the past, and replaced by calmness.

Uncle Lin opened his mouth: "He..."

Needless to say, Jimo Qiu had already seen Jimo Yu put his hands on his chest, as if he was asleep, and his eyes suddenly opened wide. Uncle Lin was afraid that he would be too excited: "Shaobai, your teacher did not suffer any pain before his death, he said he would let you do it!"

Jimo Qiu just stared at it in a daze.

After a long time, he swayed his upper body and stood up with difficulty.

It seems like a child who has just learned to walk, one step or two.

Uncle Lin hurriedly caught up with him: "Shaobai, I'm sorry."

Jimo Qiu stood in front of the teacher's body, knelt down, and raised his hand to touch the other person's shriveled cheek. During those years, he had been naughty, curious about why the teacher's beard was white and why the skin had so many soft folds.

While the teacher closed his eyes and went to explore.

He thought he was very careful in his movements, but Jimo Yu could always catch him right away. At this moment, the latter did not respond.

Those stern eyes couldn't be opened.

Jimo Qiu looked at Uncle Lin: "Why do you want to be mournful?"

One question will make Uncle Lin Si no longer work.

"Your teacher is gone."

Jimoqiu nodded: "I know, then?"

Uncle Lin Si: "Don't be sad."

Jimo Qiu retracted his gaze and looked down at the teacher: "I am not sad. The teacher said that after the death of our clan, the souls will return to the embrace of the gods. That is not death, it is just a heavy body that binds the soul. We will meet again there, and the teacher just takes the lead. It is a happy event."

Uncle Lin was speechless.

Isn’t this a lie to the child?

Jimo Qiu put his hand on the teacher's chest, and the light overflowed from his palm, turning into a complex high priest's robe on Jimo Yu's body, representing the mysterious and mysterious lines silently exuding a quiet light: "Teacher, let's see you there."

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Alas, I can’t get ahead of the game, and I’ve been for more than a month, so I just forced myself into the car. The black and white color combination reminds Shiitake mushrooms of the boss.
Chapter completed!