Grabbing the straw, Yingmaru didn't need to look at it to know that French Shanshan must be secretly shedding tears, and he has been crying secretly for the past three days, and Yingmaru, who has always been in a peaceful mood, is disgusted with this incompetent self for the first time in his life.

"Don't... Crying..."I struggled to raise my arm to touch the face of the French goodness, but Yingmaru always waved it empty.

Feel free to wipe your face with your sleeve French Shishan took Yingmaru's hand and covered her cheek, "I didn't cry, you see, I didn't cry." ”

Yingmaru smiled, he couldn't see it, he didn't feel it, his cheeks were still moist to the touch, he must have just finished crying.

"I'm not hiding anything," the French snorted. 

"I'm sorry... Hurt you... So sad..."Wiping away the tears he accidentally blinked, Yingmaru's heart was full of apologies, "As a husband... Cause you to cry like this... It was my rereliction of duty. ”

"It's not Yingmaru's problem, if you want to blame it, you have to blame that broken game." Approaching Yingmaru's arms, French Shishan rubbed carefully, "Don't play in the future..."

"Well... Don't play..."Stroking people's soft long hair, Yingmaru echoed with a faint smile, "In the future... Don't play..."

Snowflakes had begun to fall outside the house, and the weather was getting colder, and with the crackling sound of the stove, Yingmaru slowly leaned into the arms of the French benevolent and fell asleep. Stroking his countable spine, he was not sure that he would have a way to face Yingmaru's death tonight without collapsing, even though he knew that it was just an experience.

Go for his broken experience! What will be in the bright realm is either a non-human or a human soul, and the non-human is very tough, so what is it to experience the old age and sickness that will make you weak? The human soul is basically dead a long time ago, so why experience death again if you have nothing to do? The person who made this thing was really sick! Patting the sleeping Yingmaru, the French good leaned against the wall and thought wildly. In fact, the person who should be blamed the most should be himself.,If you hadn't seen the warning slogan clearly.,If you draw out the "three days of old age, sickness and death" in advance, Yingmaru won't draw that kind of ghost, in fact, the person who should apologize the most... It's me.

Why isn't the person who drew the ghost card himself... God knows how much he wants Yingmaru to suffer this...

Yingmaru slept directly from noon to night, and he couldn't see anything in front of him, even if he was wrapped in a thick quilt, his hands and feet were still cold, and his increasingly difficult breathing let Yingmaru know that his time was almost up.

"Good..."Yingmaru groped for his hand, and his outstretched hand was quickly grabbed, "Cold..."

"Why don't we go take a bath?" The old man's fingers were cold to the touch, and Fa Shishan, who had just stopped crying for a long time, immediately wanted to cry again.

"Good..."

The bath of the good family is open-air, and it is windy and snowy outside, and the French good is reluctant to let Yingmaru cold, so the two of them put on their underwear and go into the water to take a bath.

The water in the open-air bath is hot, and no one can stay in it for too long in normal times, but today no matter how much you soak in the warbator, I still feel a little cold.

"Night... Above... Is it..."

"Hmm... It's night. ”

"There's... Moon... ?..."

"No, it's snowing today, and the clouds are thick."

"It's... Leaning on the mouth of the French kindness, Yingmaru slowly exhaled his last breath in the arms of the person he loved most in his life, and closed his eyes...

"Yingmaru?"

The old man in his arms did not move, and the French good little force shook him, and tears fell straight down. The undulating heart of the person in his arms did not have any snort, and the French good collapsed in the hot spring pool with the body of Yingmaru in his arms.

"Yingmaru! Yingmaru! Ahhh ”

Holding Yingmaru's corpse, Fa Shishan couldn't describe how he felt at the moment, all the sad and negative emotions rushed up, and the strong fluctuations in his mood caused the aura in his body to rush around and impact all his meridians, and a sweet Fa Shishan vomited a mouthful of blood in his throat, just hugging Yingmaru and crying, he didn't find that his original black and purple long hair was gradually becoming snow-white, nor did he find that the body in his arms was warming, and the color spots and wrinkles were gradually disappearing.

Consciousness gradually returned to the cage and the aura was filled again, Yingmaru slowly opened his eyes, and his intuition was overwhelmed, and he patted the person who was crying on his body.

"Good... It's stuffy..."

At the moment when the French style was released, Yingmaru looked at the snow-haired Yiren and Yiren in front of him in surprise.

"Good... You..."

"Ying, Yingmaru... You're back..."Fa Shizen raised his hand to caress Yingmaru's young face, and then put his arms around his neck, "You're back, you're finally back... Woo... You can't die anymore... Woo..."

"Immortal, immortal, absolutely immortal..."Constantly caressing the back of the French good snow hair Yingmaru infinite self-blame and distress, his most precious good has become like this because of his relationship. However, there is a little touch in a corner of his heart, and for three days, a little bit of it has haunted Yingmaru's heart, no matter what he looks like, his baby Shanshan cares about him very much, and even turns white overnight because of his death. For the first time in his life, his heart was filled with these unfamiliar emotions, sore and painful but a little sweet, emotions that even he couldn't describe.

"Woo... You are not allowed to leave me again..."

"Well, don't leave, definitely don't leave."

"Don't play that game again!"

"Okay, don't play, don't play in the future."

Although Yingmaru came back, the next day Fa Shishan still went to work with snow hair and a bad face, Yingmaru's death hit him too hard, and he couldn't sleep well at night, and he would always dream of Yingmaru dying in his arms, so that he couldn't sleep all night, and this white hair didn't know what was going on, even if the mood calmed down, he still couldn't go back.

A group of colleagues looked at the French style of the bad face and snow-white hair strangely, and Duan Yi teased his colleagues funny: "Have you taken three days off to dye your hair?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey...", he didn't bother to explain too much to Duan Yi.

"Tsk... Fa Yanbo shook his head at his younger brother, "You haven't slept for three days to be a thief?" It's best to dye your hair so thoroughly that you can dye it so thoroughly, which one do you tell me? ”

"Yingmaru broke his breath in my arms last night...", he glanced at his brother, he didn't believe that his brother would laugh at him if he said this.

"I guessed it." The brothers have lived together for so many years, but he still knows his brother very well. Although Fa Shishan is a warlock, he is not so fragile, and if it weren't for something that really hurts him, he won't be so haggard.

The French good game played to the end of the night was somehow publicized, and the board game disappeared silently from the bright world after this incident, after all, no one imagined that a good adult was the same, playing a game to play himself to the white head, the people of the bright world were very sorry for their lives, and the game was not interested, and naturally disappeared from the market.

It's just that no matter how long it takes, even if the body recovers, the long hair of the French style has not changed back to its original state, and it is still as pale as snow.

After a sharp headache, Duan Yi slowly woke up, rubbing his head, he had no memory of what had happened before.