Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Su Qiao was carried down the mountain by Shen Xiujin.

She consumed too much spiritual energy and felt sleepy and tired.

Fortunately, the space in the car was large enough. Su Qiao lay down on it, curled up her legs, and used Shen Xiujin's thigh as a pillow, adjusting to a comfortable position.

Drowsiness comes with force.

She closed her eyes, and after a while, she murmured: "Ajin, haven't I told you my fantasy yet?"

She said: "I saw our family of three in the fantasy, and my mother was also there... We have a son, his name is Shen Muchiao... I saw you at the age of thirty-four."

Su Qiao gently opened her eyes and raised her hand. Shen Xiujin bent down in response. Her cool fingertips brushed the corners of his eyes, showing a smile and whispering: "When you were thirty-four years old, you had... There are wrinkles...but he is still handsome..."

"I've been in the fantasy for a long time. I want to see you at fifty years old..." Su Qiao closed her eyes, her voice tinged with sleepiness. She was still recalling the fantasy. It was a scene that made her nostalgic. Sweet dreams.

Fifty-year-old Shen Xiujin already has gray hair on her head.

But he would still cook for her, put the bath water for her, dry her hair, and look into her eyes tenderly and say, 'Mrs. Shen, you are so beautiful...'.

Su Qiao couldn't help but laugh, full of longing.

"Ajin, my mission as a mysterious magician has been completed..." She held Shen Xiujin's hand and put it gently on her face, "When I go to Emperor Fengdu and destroy my cultivation, from now on, I just need to be Mrs. Shen..."

The slightly rising ending is full of expectations for the future life.

Even when she fell asleep, she had a faint smile on her lips.

She really wanted to grow old with him...

Shen Xiujin stared at Mrs. Shen who was sleeping soundly on her lap.

The man's dark eyes were like a bottomless ancient well, as if anything thrown into it would be swallowed up.

With gentle but powerful movements, he picked the person up and carried him into his arms.

The lowered eyes and long eyelashes blocked the turbulent emotions in his eyes, but the slight trembling that could not be controlled still revealed the panic in his heart...the fear that almost overflowed.

Shen Xiujin could feel that Su Qiao's body temperature was getting lower again...

Wenwen and coolly, she was sneaking into his arms unconsciously.

Shen Xiujin closed her eyes hard.

When his bones were changed, his soul left his body and he met Nan Qiao in his previous life.

'Shen Xiujin, one day she will lose you...forget you and live alone in endless pain...'

He saw his little rose, huddled in the empty room, tears falling down drop by drop. She was shaking with pain, asking over and over again, 'Who have I forgotten'...

And he will grow old, die, and eventually disappear from her immortal life, leaving her alone...

The car sped smoothly all the way and entered the city.

Tang Yi glanced at the second master in the back seat through the rearview mirror. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, he continued to drive forward.

It wasn't until she reached the intersection that Shen Xiujin whispered: "Go to Peninsula Apartments."

Su Qiao was half asleep and half awake when she was carried to bed by Shen Xiujin.

He pulled away and was about to leave, but she subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Where are you going?"

Still feeling sleepy and having a strong nasal voice.

Shen Xiujin stuffed her hand back into the quilt and said warmly: "Do some work and sleep peacefully. I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."

When he said this, she fell asleep with peace of mind.

Shen Xiujin took the elevator to the garage, drove a black sports car, rushed into Wen Tingxuan's private hospital, and went straight to the ward where Nan Qiao was.

His steps were steady and very fast, and there seemed to be a dark cloud hanging over his head.

His chest rose and fell, his muscles tightened the black shirt on his body, and the restlessness and mania that had been suppressed for a long time ran wildly through his body.

'boom--'

Shen Xiujin pushed open the door.

Nan Qiao's ward was as quiet as a tomb.

And she was lying in the grave sleeping forever. Everything happened because of her, but it seemed to have nothing to do with her...