After all, he is the head of a sect, and even if he dies, his salary will not be low.

The coffin made of rare polar crystals has the effect of preventing body decay and lasting beauty.

Polar crystals are stored under icebergs that are thousands of feet tall, and only one crystal emerges every ten thousand years.

Looking at the beauty in the crystal coffin, because of her death, her magical powers disappeared and she returned to her original appearance.

Her skin is as crystal clear as snow, and her face is as delicate as a work of art.

Under a pair of domineering willow eyebrows, the crystal eyes were covered by eyelids, as if they had fallen asleep, with their hands folded on their chests.

The sleeping position was good, obviously, I didn't have the energy to wake up.

"You girl, hehe...hehe..."

Wang Yu stretched out his hand and struggled to push open the crystal coffin, but he was so old that the coffin didn't move at all.

When the four disciples who sent Han Yaya saw this, one of them sighed, walked over, and helped push the crystal coffin open.

The other three disciples wanted to stop him. They looked down upon Wang Yu and thought he was a softie.

They don't discriminate against those who eat soft rice, or in other words, they are not that discriminatory.

However, it is a bit too much to eat soft rice and eat soft rice. Until now, both parties have not been together until death.

In particular, the person who took the initiative was Han Yaya, whom they regarded as the leader of the heavenly beings and the most beautiful woman in the world.

This makes them feel even more incredible!

Such a big beauty has been chasing after him for decades, but he has never been tempted. Is there something wrong with this man... the old man?

The three disciples felt unworthy of their leader. With their eyes, they looked at Wang Yu up and down for a long time, but they couldn't see any charm in him.

At most, I was shocked by his charm that was not affected by beauty!

However, are you sure this is not a problem?

"If it's the leader, she must be expecting it." The disciple who took action just said a word, and the other three disciples let go of their blocking hands.

No matter what, they all respect and respect their leader. She deserves respect. Even if she is dead now, others will not mess with her.

Boom~

The huge crystal coffin was pushed open, and a cool feeling spread across the room. It was not strong, but very gentle.

Just like the wind of spring, the water of summer, the shade of autumn, and the sun of winter, it makes people feel comfortable all over.

It is indeed a polar ice crystal that lasts for a thousand years.

"When the leader was sealing the Tianhe disaster, he was attacked and besieged by the disaster beasts born in the river, and finally fell."

Even though he despised Wang Yu, he still thought that the boss wanted the man he had been chasing all his life to know everything about her.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

The disciple who pushed open the coffin explained the reason for Han Yaya's death in detail.

"Disaster beast?"

Wang Yu was confused and looked at Han Yaya with cloudy eyes, trying to see some traces on her body, but his old eyes did not have such a function.

Even Han Yaya herself can no longer see clearly.

"I'm old, I'm really old."

Wang Yu lamented that if ordinary people do not practice cultivation, their abilities in all aspects will decline very quickly.

After looking at Han Yaya for a long time, he suddenly found that Han Yaya seemed to be holding something in his hand, but he couldn't see it clearly due to his dim eyesight.

However, that thing always gave him a familiar feeling.

"The master held a withered yellow leaf. When he died, he held it tightly and refused to let go."

Noticing Wang Yu's gaze and looking at his old body, the four disciples felt a pity in their hearts, each shook their head, and suddenly they didn't mind it that much.

After all, this person is not very old yet, and his vitality is as weak as a candle flame.

It can be seen from their cultivation that this person's life is not long.

The dead are great, but the dying seem to be nothing.

While talking, a disciple reached into the coffin, trying to take out the leaves in Han Yaya's hand and hand them to Wang Yu so that he could see more clearly.

It has nothing to do with anything else, just respecting the elderly.

However, this time she stretched out her hand, she couldn't take out the leaves, and Han Yaya held them tightly.

The disciple even used his magic power, but still couldn't pull the leaf out of Han Yaya's hand.

She held on tightly, as if she was holding on to her own world, and she was unwilling to let go even if she died.

"Leaves?" Wang Yu murmured, leaned over, stretched out his hand and touched the leaf.

Suddenly, the leaves fell into their hands, and the four disciples watching on the side were stunned for a while.

After looking at each other, they all shook their heads and once again sighed at the master's deep affection.

"Even if I die, I will never forget this man!"

"Is this man really worth it?"

Seeing this scene, the resentment that the four disciples had put down suddenly rose again.

They couldn't figure out how the leader Tianzong's son fell into the hands of this man?

Sure enough, is love really never unreasonable?

But, isn’t this too unreasonable?

"Life is like summer flowers, death is like morning dew."

Wang Yu picked up the leaf and put it in front of his eyes. He looked carefully and still couldn't see the writing on it clearly. The disciple on the side read it out with dissatisfaction.

At the same time, he looked at Wang Yu in confusion. What did this sentence mean?

What I don't understand even more is why the leader would hold on to this leaf until his death.

In other words, there are speculations, but as they have never been in love, they still can't understand it.

"You little girl...are your obsessions really that deep?"

Listening to these words, Wang Yu's thoughts suddenly seemed to be taken back to the past.

In the green bamboo forest, a leaf floated faintly, and he took it in his hand out of curiosity.

After all, there are bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest, but leaves are still rare.

I just happened to have a pen in my hand, and I wrote this sentence casually. It doesn't have any special meaning, it's just an essay.

but……

…

"Junior brother, what are you doing?"

Han Yaya fell from the sky, looked at the leaves in Wang Yu's hand, grabbed them, held them in her hands, looked at the golden sun in the sky, and looked carefully: "Life is like summer flowers, death is like morning dew."

"Hey, it's bad luck to live or die."

Wang Yu put down the pen, the inexplicable impulse in his heart dissipated, and he no longer cared about the leaves. The sudden expression of emotion made him fall into the sage's time.

Han Yaya surrounded him like a lark, chirping so loudly that it made his head hurt.

…

"I didn't expect that you would actually put this thing away."

Wang Yu sighed, and suddenly a voice came from beside him, "There are words on the back."

"Hey, junior brother gave me something. Is this a token of love?"

Just such a sentence was written on the back of a leaf. When Wang Yu picked it up and read it, the disciple next to him saw it and read it word by word, and then looked at him strangely.

Although it was a long time ago and there was no deep emotion in the words, they seemed to see a girl in front of them, holding the leaf like a treasure and smiling fondly.

The eyes of the four disciples couldn't help but fall on Wang Yu again, and they felt uneasy again!

What's so good about this old man?

Wang Yu: "..."

The word love is really harmful!

Shaking his head helplessly, he reached into the coffin and hugged Han Yaya's cold body.

"what you up to?"

Seeing this scene, the four disciples all stopped him.

"The head is dead. We will comply with the head's last wish and bury her with you after your death."

"Please don't touch the master's body again, otherwise, don't blame me for waiting for you!"

Wang Yu seemed to have not heard what they said, and hugged Han Yaya with some difficulty.
To be continued...