604: C604 An Old Man

C604 An Old Man

"You've worked hard."

Palace Lord's voice was hoarse and dry, like two pieces of frosted glass being squeezed together.

Only when he was close enough would he be able to see that there was an emerald green wooden pipe stuck into his back. The wooden pipe was connected to the Jian Mu and the old man, who were struggling at death's door, maintaining the fire of his life.

It was hard to imagine that this haggard old man with sunken eye sockets was actually the energetic Palace Lord half a year ago.

Only that pair of calm and gentle eyes remained the same, like a calm spring of ice. If one looked at them, it would be enough to calm down all of the anger in their hearts.

The old man opened the contract with much difficulty and read the contents word by word. Time passed by slowly, as if he had lost all of its meaning.

After the agreement was a summary of all the information that Lih Kingdom had secretly gathered for Su Mu. They had spent a lot of money to get an A4 piece of information.

Ying Loong guarded the side like a statue, not saying a word.

After a long time, the old man closed the contract, and his spirit was solidified. His calm eyes penetrated the mists of the future and penetrated a corner of history.

Immediately, ripples spread out on the surface of the lake's tranquil surface. The ripples churned, transforming into rolling waves. The surging waves formed a surging wave!

"Alright!"

The old man's voice was bloodthirsty and murderous. His hoarse and raspy voice had also turned into that of a golden horse.

"My Lih Kingdom, will definitely rise greatly!"

"Ying Loong, contact the other elders in my name immediately and give them a copy of this contract. If they decide to reject the terms of this agreement after discussing it, then tell them without changing your mind."

"I think they will."

"Ying Loong understands." Ying Loong took the contract and looked at the old man's completely wooden legs. His rock like hands couldn't stop trembling.

"How come Captain Ying Loong, who was always decisive in killing, became as sentimental as Zhong Lee?"

"Palace Lord, your body …"

Palace Lord did not put on any airs, being approachable and open-minded. Even if I fell to this state, even if it was life and death, I would not forget to tease Ying Loong: "Don't worry, with the Jian Mu, my life is still tough. Who knows, maybe I'll even see your child make a move."

This kind of teasing was an open-minded and admirable way to know the suffering of an old man in his prime.

The cold Ying Loong was a bit embarrassed by the latter part of his sentence. Thinking of his unborn child, this man that was cold like steel couldn't help but laugh foolishly.

"Time is precious, hurry up and go."

Ying Loong's face hardened as he drew his legs together and stood straight. He performed a standard military salute and turned back into that expressionless iron man once again.

"Yes sir!"

As the old man watched Ying Loong leave, he could no longer hold it in. He covered his mouth with his withered hand and began to cough painfully. Green blood dripped out from the gaps of his fingers.

"How much time do I have left?"

A shadow wrapped in mist appeared, unwilling to make a sound.

Sometimes, silence was also an answer.

"I got it, looks like this old bone of mine that should have been buried a long time ago is really going to be buried this time."

"Actually, you can choose to …"

"You know my personality, so there's no need to say such words anymore."2

The shadow complained angrily, "It's already like this, why are you still peeping into the future?"

The shadow was not blaming the old man, but mourning for him.

The old man felt some regret, some helplessness, some regret, some disappointment, but he did not regret it.

He spoke calmly, "There's no other way around it. The sky is falling down and there's a tall one supporting it. Who let me happen to be the tallest one?"

There was a price to be paid for glimpsing the future. It was a heavy price that left one breathless.

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