Luo Yue supported his tired body and wanted to get off the ground, but before his feet touched the ground, he was frightened enough by the sound of Yu Shou's babbling.

"Sister, you're alright! You're scaring me to death! The cry that followed can only be described as terrible.

Luo Yue's body, which was not easy to support, collapsed on the bed under the pounce of Yushou, his face was pale, and he did not forget to comfort the child.

"Sister, it's okay, don't cry!"

This head was still mixed with joy and sorrow, Lin Yuyan sent medicine with her pregnant belly, and Lin Qing impatiently lifted Yushou and walked out of the door.

Tamamori kept struggling with his hands and feet, but he was indifferent, so he could only keep his head down and let him open the door.

Luo Yue's throbbing temples were quiet for a while, she really felt noisy, although she knew that Yu Shou cared about herself, it was just too noisy.

Luo Yue drank medicine under Lin Yuyan's care, ate porridge, and fell asleep again.

In a daze, I always felt that something was groping on my face, and I slapped it with my hand dissatisfied.

That thing didn't mean to stop, Luo Yue opened his eyes to see what was going on.

It was already night, and a man was beside his bedside, holding a wet handkerchief in his hand, gently wiping his face.

Only then did she realize that she was covered in sweat, and it was no surprise that most of the bed was wet by herself, and her face was constantly dripping with cold sweat.

Yi Mochen saw her wake up and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Luo Yue weakly raised his hand and tried to take the handkerchief, but Yi Mochen didn't mean to let go, and continued: "It's okay, everything will be fine."

Luo Yue didn't understand what he meant, she only felt that she was a little weak, but she was not seriously injured or anything like that.

Inadvertently, she saw her own hand and realized that it was not that simple. Her hands were now as dry as the bark of a tree, and the bruises were exposed, and she touched her face, which was as stumbling as her hands.

"Mirror, I want mirror."

Yi Mochen stood silently on the side, not moving.

Luo Yue could smell how bad the sweat in his body was, and it was extremely sour.

She could only plead: "Yi Mochen, I want a mirror!"

Yi Mochen hugged her in his arms and said, "It'll be fine!" It's going to be fine! ”

Luo Yue thought he was too smelly and dirty, so he pushed him away with all his strength and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Yi Mochen replied truthfully: "As soon as we escape, you will begin to age. It's like being swallowed up by an evil wind, and this state is not only you, but also me. ”

At this time, Luo Yue saw Yi Mochen's head clearly, which was already mixed with a lot of white hair, although his appearance had not changed too much, but there were also traces of time.

Luo Yue didn't figure out what was going on, and in Yi Mochen's story, he knew that the people who came back from there would age at the speed of light, and the more seriously injured people were, the more obvious it was.

Yi Mochen was like taking care of his old mother, preparing hot water for her and letting the female fox demon bathe her, her plump body was already terrifyingly dry, her skin and flesh were separated, and she was still falling.

Her youth was gone, and all that was left was the despair of incontinence except the pain. She didn't know when her life would end, and her only wish was to see Yi Dongli again, but she was also afraid to see him.

After all, now she is just a bad old woman, half of her body is paralyzed, and her face is full of sores, and her foul-smelling body smells no matter how she washes it.

Luo Yue doesn't cry anymore, she sinks in her own world every day, except for sleeping and eating and drinking, Yi Mochen will come to take care of herself at night and clean up the mess on her body.

Come and get some recommendation tickets, and the newcomers will be pampered.