"Should... Will it be resurrected? The knee pill hugged the French style of comfort, who was obviously crumbling, "It's all an experience, not a curse, you will live and you will live again..."

Sitting in the arms of the knee pill, the French style was completely stunned by the fact that Yingmaru would die, looking at the aging and weak Yingmaru in front of him, he could only keep comforting himself: "No... No, it won't... Yingmaru won't die..."

"Good!" The two Genji knives sensed that something was wrong and turned him around to take a look, and Fa Shizen's face was pale and tearful, and he held Yingmaru's main knife and didn't let go.

"It's okay, it's just a game." He took French Zen in his arms and tried to comfort him, but the man in his arms was still crying.

On the same day, he helped Yingmaru take three days off to let him rest at home, and he was always absent-minded when he was on duty in front of the Mingjun Palace, and he was too worried about Yingmaru's situation. The two Genji swords in the family have gone back to the army, and he is the only one who is Yingmaru, and he is not at ease.

At home, Yingmaru woke up after sleeping for a long time, he knew what happened in the morning, and he also knew that he was now aging and weak, and he couldn't carry out the soul hooking mission. So, what can he, a frail old man, do? There is no way to go too far, in case he falls again, it will be troublesome, and it seems that he has no other choice than to make tea and watch flowers.

"It's... It's become an old man completely..."Yingmaru sat in the room with tea and watched the courtyard view.

It's early winter, the weather is cold but the moisture is insufficient, and there is no snow, and there are not many green leaves on the branches after the cherry blossom period, only a few sparrows are jumping happily on the branches. Yingmaru slightly hooked the corners of his lips, making tea and enjoying the scenery, this is not what he used to do most often in Honmaru? I always say that I am old, in fact, it is just an excuse to be lazy, and compared to now, I can be regarded as much younger than before, at least I can walk and move and blow the wind and my bones will not hurt, and my body bones are also very strong, and I will not break bones when I fall casually. The cold wind blew into the warm inner room, and Yingmaru covered her lips and coughed, and once again spread her palms and turned them full of blood.

"Ahh What the hell is he... Can you survive these three days...

This is the sight that worries him when he comes home, Yingmaru is sitting alone in his room coughing, blood dripping from between his fingers covering his mouth, and red spots are splashed on his snow-white pajamas, and the person wearing it has been coughing for no time.

"Why did you get pneumonia?" Fa Shishan hurriedly closed the door, poured a glass of water for Yingmaru, who coughed non-stop, while patting him on the back, "Don't open the door like this in the future, you are very weak now." ”

"It's okay... I'm fine..."Coughing out of breath, Yingmaru took the tissue handed by French Shizen and wiped off the blood stains on his hands, laughing at himself.

"I used to always call myself an old man, but I didn't know that now is the real old man, and I finally realized it."

"You have to survive these three days, or you will have to keep aging like this." Yingmaru's weakness made French Shan heartbroken, his originally healthy husband just played a game and turned out to be like this, French Shan decided to wait and burn the broken game.

"Ahh ”

"How so? Even if I'm old, my Yingmaru is still a handsome old man. At an angle that Yingmaru couldn't see, Fa Shizen turned around and secretly wiped his tears, "No matter what you look like, you are my Yingmaru." ”

"But I've become ugly." He remembered that French Shan liked beautiful things the most.

"It's not always going to be ugly." The French man stroked his faded hair, but accidentally touched a large handful of fallen hair. Yingmaru... Have you started to lose your hair?

"What if... I can't last three days, and I'll always be so ugly and weak in the future, what should I do..."After sitting for a long time, the old man's legs and feet were a little numb, and Yingmaru gently leaned into the arms of the French good.

"That's... I take care of you. Holding Yingmaru's French kindness or wiping tears, "No matter what you look like, you are my Yingmaru." ”

Leaning on his lover's arms, warm, comfortable and extremely reassuring, Yingmaru quickly began to fall asleep after chatting a few words. helped him adjust a position where he could sleep peacefully, and Fa Shishan called his brother to help him ask for leave.

"Take three days off for me."

What are you doing...?

"Yingmaru is too weak, I want to take care of him at home."

It's just a game, isn't it?

The French Way of Kindness hung up the phone, as for it? If you see that your three wives are also in this state of old age and frailty, you will be the same brother as me.

So French Shizen took a leave of absence and stayed at home for three days, and the two Genji swords returned to the army and would not meet again until seven days later, and only he and Yingmaru were at home for these three days. It's useless to input aura, it's useless to directly enter the body, and even the treatment spells and drugs can't cure Yingmaru's pneumonia, he can only return to the most primitive food supplement, and try to stew the food soft so that Yingmaru, who is beginning to lose his teeth, can absorb natural nutrients from food, but even if he takes care of it so carefully, Yingmaru's condition still hasn't improved, he is aging and weakening rapidly, his hair is almost gone, his pneumonia condition is good and bad, and he spends much more time asleep than when he is awake, His physical strength was barely able to move around at the beginning, and then he couldn't take care of himself at all, and he always had to rely on French kindness to carry him in and out.

"These things... It's good to let the Shikikami do it..."Looking at the person under him who insisted on carrying him to the toilet, Yingmaru was a little surprised and a little moved. Li Chen's weather in early winter was very cold, and the French style didn't like cold weather, Yingmaru always knew that there was no Shikin at home, and it was clear that any Shikami could do this kind of thing by carrying him to the toilet, but this person insisted on doing it himself.

"I'm afraid that they will drop you, and I'm afraid that what if they don't take care of you and cause your condition to worsen?" In Yingmaru put on another coat French style good to carry him up, originally he couldn't carry the person who lost weight sharply in the past two days, French style good secretly wiped tears, I knew not to play that rotten game.

"And... Ahem, ahem... One day... It'll be fine tomorrow... cough, cough, cough..."Leaning on the back of the French good, Yingmaru coughed violently, and the blood in his mouth overflowed from his fingers and dripped all the way out of the toilet.

Fang Yingmaru sat on the toilet, and the French good called the god to clean the floor, and the tears outside the toilet door followed the embankment.

By the third day, Yingmaru was basically out of sight, and both eyes were full of severe cataracts. I didn't have any appetite when I got up in the morning, even if I knew that the porridge in front of me was the chicken soup porridge that I had boiled for him for a long time when I got up in the dark, Yingmaru couldn't swallow it, he just wanted to drink tea, but he didn't even have the strength to hold a cup of tea, so he could only reluctantly sit on the chair in the Japanese room. He couldn't even drink his favorite tea, which made Yingmaru a little discouraged, so he had to find him a straw and let the tea cool to drink slowly.