Xu Qing stepped forward to scan his father's lungs with his perspective eye, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the shadows on the surface of the lung lobes had completely disappeared, but the potholes that had been damaged before had to be recovered by himself, and time was the best healer.

Moo! The big yak standing on the side screamed weakly, its body shook twice and knelt down, the originally clear bull's eyes became cloudy, and two lines of tears gushed out from the corners of the eyes.

Killing a lifetime and living a life, this is also a helpless thing, the fate of the captive yak is already doomed, sooner or later it will be stabbed, and it is a good thing to be able to save someone's life before being stabbed.

Xu Qing smiled reluctantly at Al Sleng on the side and said, "Ask someone to take this cow out, it's best to raise it for a few more days." With that, he walked up to the bed and pinched his finger on the middle of the Ahig.

Arslen saw Ahig Khan's eyelids twitch twice and slowly opened them, two teardrops slid down the corners of his eyes, his temples slid down, his deep pupils stared at Xu Qing's eyes in front of him, his two pale and dry lips opened a few times, and he said in a low voice: "You...... Who the hell is it? ”

Xu Qing's eyes dodged for a while, turned his head and said, "You lie down first, I'll pour a glass of water." "It's strange to say, after learning the news of his father's illness, he can rush in desperately to save him, but I don't know why, the crisis is over, and he lacks the courage to recognize each other, people are sometimes so contradictory.

Ashige didn't know where the strength came from, he reached out and grabbed Xu Qing's arm, two lines of turbid tears came out of his eyes, he vaguely heard a familiar shout in his coma, the key to the imperial tomb, the last key to the imperial tomb was in the young man's hand, and when his consciousness was slowly confused, he seemed to see a haunting face, Xiao Min! It's her, the deceased beloved wife is walking towards him step by step with a smile, and in a hazy way, a young face and his beloved wife gradually coincide.

Perhaps there was a magical force pulling in the dark, and at the last moment of losing consciousness, Ahig saw that the faces of his beloved wife were so similar to the young man who sent the key to the imperial tomb, and he wanted to open his mouth and shout: "Son, my son ......" may have shouted, but no one heard it, and the consciousness of the struggle gradually fell silent, and he was unwilling to do the last struggle......

Two lives, Ahigra no longer relaxed Xu Qing's cuffs, and the tears rolled down, at this time he was no longer a khan king, just a father who begged his son for forgiveness.

"Forgive me, son!" Asig's voice was like crying blood, he could feel the other arm's trembling, he was an irresponsible father, did he deserve to have such a good son?

Xu Qing's eyes were hot, he gently pulled out his arm, took out three objects from his pocket and put them into his father's cold palm, took out a cigarette and lit it, sat at the head of the bed and smoked it silently, a tear inadvertently slipped down his lips, and even the cigarette butt had a faint salty taste.

Ashige looked at the three objects in his hand, this longevity lock is still the object he wore when he was a child, including his father and grandfather, it has been handed down for at least hundreds of years, when his wife Xu Huimin was pregnant, he also put this thing into her hand excitedly, saying that he would leave it to his son in the future, and his wife still blamed him for being patriarchal, maybe the belly was a daughter......

Time flies like a white horse, the longevity lock is still there, but the lover has already lost his soul, thinking of this, tears blur Ashig's eyes again.