He stirred the soy milk in front of him and said, "I will never die like that - I don't want to live like that."

The dragon had a calm face, put down the spoon, and stood up without saying a word.

The system boy said: [Dad and husband are angry.]

This is the first time that the two of them have been angry in so many years.

[I know,] Kou Qiu said, [It's okay, it will be fine.]

He knew what was tangled in a man’s heart.

There is obviously a way. With the formation in that village, he can absorb the energy from the dragon in exchange for his unrestrained years of survival. Kou Qiu even knew that men were willing without even saying it.

But he didn't want to.

He walked into the bedroom and hugged the man's waist from behind. After so many years, the dragon's appearance has never changed, and even the brilliance on his hair has not disappeared. He just sat there, and his back showed a completely different beauty from that of a mortal.

Kou Qiu wrapped his waist around his waist and rubbed the man's tying silver hair on his face. This hair was combed by him for the dragon today. When combing, there was a water kid making trouble, clamoring to kiss him in good morning, but the dragon was thrown out of the door angrily.

"No one is allowed to kiss," when he came back, the man had a stern face, but his ears were slightly red, asking, "Only I can."

Kou Qiu touched the smooth silver hair and smelled his familiar and wet breath from above.

"Are you still angry?" he lowered his voice and said softly.

The man's figure trembled, but he did not answer, but he just stretched his back straighter almost stubbornly. His horns did not retract, and just stood on his head. Kou Qiu squinted his eyes and looked at the horns that were coated with sunlight for a while, and simply reached out his hand and touched them.

The dragon trembled violently again, grabbed his hand that was causing trouble, and said in a deep voice: "Don't make trouble."

Kou Qiu took back his smile and said, "You are."

They looked at each other for a long time and fell into silence.

After a long time, the young man closed his eyes and spoke hard.

His voice was also dry and said, "You know what I'm talking about."

The dragon looked at him quietly, and his light golden pupils suddenly flashed.

"This is not fair to me," he held the young man's warm and dry palm, as if he wanted to draw something from it, and said word by word, "Bai Yuanqing, this is not fair to me at all..."

His voice was also trembling. He was not as strong as that, and could watch his lover die of old age in his arms after years of hardship.

Unlike maintaining Duan Ze's lifespan, the dragon is almost helpless in the years that should not have belonged to Kou Qiu. Although he is a god, he is still powerless and vulnerable.

The only way is that formation.

But Kou Qiu wanted to block this road to survive with him.

The young man half hugged him, his posture as if he was coaxing a child who was not yet sensible.

"Don't make trouble," said Qing Young Qing, "I won't let you experience the pain of being imprisoned again..."

He said, "I don't want to live like a walking dead either."

"I know you understand, so we have to face it well when we are born, old, sick and die," Kou Qiu slapped his back with his hand. At some point, it seemed that he had returned to the scene when he comforted Xia Xinji in his first life. Such a confusion of time and space made his eyes slightly moist, "It's enough to accompany me through the last moment of life, really."

Some liquid soaked his clothes, leaving a burning spot on his flesh. The man hugged him tightly. For the first time in hundreds of years, he cried so hard that his whole body was trembling and unable to stop.

Kou Qiu held him, and tears came down no matter when.

The next day, when he got up again, he met Jiaolong's face and was a little stunned.

"Wait!" he said, "You—"

The system also gasped and said in shock: [Dad Jiaolong!]

The man with fine lines on the corner of his eyes touched his face, which was favored by time, and said calmly: "I am old. Can I still be tall, handsome and cool?"

Kou Qiu's lips trembled, and he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. He heard these words that were exactly the same as what he said yesterday, and he couldn't say anything else for a long time. Only his soul trembled strongly with his body, as if he was about to rush out of his chest in the next second. He could only blink barely and say, "You are crazy!"

After saying this, he couldn't help but plunge into the man's arms, tears in his eyes were filled with them, falling down his trembling eyelashes, and he could only repeat one sentence over and over again.

"You're crazy, you're crazy..."

The dragon wrapped his arm around his waist, patting the young man on the back as he did yesterday.

The world stopped at this moment.

The system itself couldn't help but burst into tears. Then, it heard the man say, "But I think there is nothing wrong with going crazy like this."

His slender fingers wiped away the tears for the young man and said, "With you, I don't need to care about infinite life."

The system thinks that this is the best love saying by Jiaolong Dad that he has heard.

Even in his old age, its host will still be the soft white fragrance host. The dragon is also the tallest, most handsome and coolest man in its mind.

It has read many books, but has never experienced so profoundly the meaning of "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet as autumn leaves".

The system boy believes that this is the best lesson for himself and those group of water kids. This course is called: Facing death calmly.

Kou Qiu lived until he was eighty-eight years old. It was not until Bakuong's life came to an end that he truly left the world. Just as he left the world, the dragon also went with him.

They did not experience any pain, and the remaining water kids stayed in the world, entered the Ghost Catching Division, and continued to serve the people.

According to the words of Mr. Kou, this is called successor.

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When the sound of the carriage sounded, the water splashed on the ground, wetting the clothes of several carriage children nearby. The carriage children turned their heads suddenly, but they saw the roses and thorns printed on the carriage, but they were instantly silent and turned their heads back quickly.

"It's that..."

"Yes, it's the young master of the Braden family."

So the children's eyes chased the carriage again, hoping to take a look at the face of this beautiful woman who enjoys a reputation in the entire aristocratic world from the curtain floating up from that small window.

As the family emblem of the Braden family is painted, their tribesmen are often the most beautiful roses that can be seen at a glance. Now one of Braden's aunts is still very favored in the royal family. She is the mistress that the king has blatantly taken by him, and even the queen has to give her some face.

But she is not the most eye-catching. Another rising star appeared in the Braden family.

In this generation, the Braden family only has one young master.

The pedals of the carriage were put down, and a male servant who accompanied him jumped out of the car first, then bent down respectfully, allowing the precious foot wearing soft leather shoes to step on his back, so as not to be stained with the soles of the dirty water on the ground.

But this time, the people in the car paused and then spoke.

"Bayer," the servant heard the young master inside whisper, "Don't do this."

He seemed to have lost his great honor, but he did not dare to disobey his master's orders. He had to put his body aside, then took out a blanket and spread it on the ground, then stretched out his hand. Another slender hand, which seemed to be moistened by mutton fat, was placed on it, and he used the force to support it and got off the ground.

At that moment, several car boys instantly understood what a person favored by God - in this land, they were afraid that they would never find a second person with such clear eyes and platinum curly hair. He even had his hair radiantly. His blue eyes swept lightly, and then he stood up straight and straightened his back.

The pearl buttons used for decoration cannot snatch his light at all, and so are the complex and exquisite embroidery patterns. This beauty or exquisiteness is not limited by gender. It cannot make the young master, who is born noble, look feminine, because his behavior is full of a proud temperament cultivated by good education. This temperament is strangely integrated with his appearance, giving the young master a terrifying beauty.

The young master of the Braden family took advantage of the servant's hand and raised his head and looked at the tall building in front of him.

"Exchange..." He chuckled softly, "It's been a long time."

The cloak was covered by the servant, covering his body. The male servant who accompanied him whispered: "Young Master, why bother you to come in person for the sake of Helun?"

"I'm just here," the young man gathered the shawl on his shoulder and said lightly, "He can't get anything Helun wants."

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After writing for so long, I really have no shame to say that this is a slap attacker (cover your face)

If you are proposing to see them in love, it seems that they are beyond the author's ability.

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