"Okay."

Yang Quli immediately obeyed.

He believed it, and knew that Yan Xu would believe it too.

He waved his hand, and saw that the rune paper was fluttering in the wind, thin and fragile, but tenacious.

"Sister Yixu." He read softly.

Gathering quicksand, figures gradually converged, Yi Xuan lay on the ground, panting quickly and in small breaths, his eyes barely open.

Empty and ethereal, a weakness visible to the naked eye.

Nan Qi hurried forward.

"Nan Qi ......" Yi Xuan called with all his might, his voice was insignificant, intermittent, and trembling.

The spiritual power and life of her soul began to dissipate from Yi Xu's body, and her consciousness was confused......

"Hug My Husband Wandering in Time and Space" One Hundred and Four. Three years is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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