Xi Zuer sat on the marble sink, her two slender legs crossed around the waist of Thin Gucheng, and her plain white skirt was wrinkled between them.

The pure and thorough big eyes blinked: "Well, Xiaocheng'er wants something else, and the ancestors try to satisfy you. For example..."

The next second, the two of them blurted out almost at the same time—

"For example, the woman who truly becomes me is integrated with me!"

"For example, help you resist the destined disaster and let you live for a few more days?"

What followed was silence, embarrassing silence.

Bo Gucheng's face gradually faded from the initial redness and desire, and it was a little cold and silent.

Xi Zuer pursed her red lips slightly, sniffed her fairy spirit, and slowly spoke for a while: "Xiaochenger, our ancestors do not practice dual cultivation, especially those who do not practice dual cultivation with mortals."

The man's tone was bitter, and his dark eyes seemed to be surging!

"So in your eyes, I am as ordinary as other men?"

"This..." Xi Zuer thought for a while, "that's not considered."

After all, boys smell better than other men!

The coldness in Bo Gucheng's eyes finally showed a little starlight, as if it was rekindled, and a little hope ignited again.

He pondered, "Are you worried that I will not live long enough to take care of you for the rest of my life?"

The rumors about his short life are no longer a day or two.

Is the little woman really worried about this?

Xi Zuer looked at the light that was originally dazzling but now so faint that it almost disappeared, and sighed slightly: "Yeah."

Everyone has natural luck.

It is thick or light, short or long.

Bo Gucheng has a strong and strong fortune, bright and upright, but it has a sudden end. In other words, it is the short-lived man in the world.

Even though the first half of my life was brilliant and meritorious, everything would die on the day when my life was exhausted.

Although the ancestors do not need others to take care of themselves for the rest of their lives, they cannot be with the dying person. They promise not to practice both sides. What if they accelerate their energy and exhaust their energy?

What's more, there is a difference between Xianyi and him... there is no way to repair that, right???

Well, speaking of it, my ancestors didn’t seem to have studied how to practice it carefully. In the past, they directly rejected my brother’s dog thing.

While Xi Zuer pondered, the man's tall body slowly covered her.

Her strong long arms wrapped around her arms, her thin lips pressed against her ears, and she seemed to be kissing lightly and murmured like a hoarse murmur: "I promise you that I will try my best to cherish my life in the future, try not to take risks with you, and stay with you forever, huh?"

After he approved his retirement report and learned about the old news, he accompanied her to study, and would not pay attention to it even if the sky fell.

So she can rest assured?

Xi Zuer took a deep breath, and the man's rich aura swept over the sky, almost losing his mind and agreeing.

After a pause, she still didn't let go: "You should not lie to your words, your ancestors cannot lie to you, Xiaocheng'er."

Bo Gucheng felt ache in his heart, and the hope that had just been ignited was smashed to pieces again in an instant. He really hoped that he would be deaf at this moment and could not hear the last answer.

He would rather she cheat him!

The little crow squatted on the edge of the bathtub and looked at Bo Gucheng's back sympathetically: "The ancestors are really ruthless. Boys, don't be persistent."
Chapter completed!