The host is a piece of trash

Chapter 83 Your Majesty, wait a minute (31)

"What are you saying to be the emperor? Let's see what we were fighting for at the beginning? Who is more troublesome to fight for? Is the one who will age faster?" King Ning's brows and eyes were full of impatience.

Mingqi carefully helped Lu Yue wipe the dishes and chopsticks again, raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly: "It was all agreed upon at the beginning, you don't want to go back on it, do you?"

King Ning sighed: "Do I have that chance to repent?"

Lu Yue poked her head carefully to look at King Ning. Judging from his facial features, he was actually very imaginative with Ming Qi, but he couldn't stop him from having so many wrinkles. He looked more than ten years older than Ming Qi.

"What kind of eyes do you have?!" King Ning exploded when he saw Lu Yue.

Lu Yue immediately retracted her head and sat obediently.

Ming Qi glared at King Ning: "Go back to your palace if you have nothing to do, you have scared Ah Yue."

"You didn't even see her look just now!" King Ning defended.

Ming Qi didn't care and said, "Did she read wrong?"

King Ning: "..."

Too much.

King Ning wanted to come here to catch up on the old days, but there were too many affairs in the imperial city, so he had to leave early, but he didn't have a good meal.

Lu Yue looked at the back of him leaving, and sighed softly: "It's not easy to be an emperor."

"Mmm." Ming Qi responded casually.

……

……

Life in the mountains is comfortable and leisurely.

Lu Yue has almost completely forgotten that this is still the mission world, and only the phone that can be summoned occasionally can remind her.

But this so-called reminder is simply negligible in the five or sixty years.

From high-spirited youth to old age.

Feeling the passing of energy in her body, Lu Yue slowly closed her eyes. Someone was holding her hand tightly. Maybe there was warm liquid falling on the back of her hand, or maybe not. After all, her consciousness has degenerated.

"I'm going to leave first. You have to be well alone."

Lu Yue's voice was intermittent, and finally died away.

Mingqi watched helplessly as her body turned into little bits of light and drifted away. He wanted to reach out and grab something, but in the end he couldn't catch anything.

A big fire broke out on the mountain, and the flames lasted for three days, turning half of the sky red.

In this world, there are no more people named Ming Qi and Lu Yue.

……

……

"Hmm." Lu Yue shook her hand in extreme discomfort, the infusion needle in her hand moved, and she yelled out in pain.

Wen Tian, ​​who was guarding her, woke up instantly, and subconsciously touched her forehead: "You don't have a fever?"

"Who are you?" Lu Yue looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar body, his brain short-circuited for a while, and he asked blankly.

For the people here, it was only a moment, but for her, it was a lifetime.

Who can still clearly remember the person they were five or sixty years ago?

"Hey, the needle missed!" Wen Tian didn't notice her words, but hurriedly called the doctor.

Lu Yue looked at the person running away with a confused expression, her vague memory slowly waking up, and the pain on the back of her hand constantly reminded her that this was a young body.

Is this... is she?

Lu Yue lowered her eyes to look at her smooth and delicate skin, and touched it with some nostalgia. This was young and energetic skin.

She turned over her palms, but nothing strange came out. Then she looked at her bedside, hey, what was glowing with faint fluorescence?
"cell phone……"

She murmured, ignoring the pain in her other hand, turned around and took it with her good hand.

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(End of this chapter)