Save my wife all over the world

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"Have you thought about it..."

In the dim room, the man knelt on the ground, his voice was hoarse as if the vocal cords had been rubbed by gravel.

"Think very clearly."

The woman's voice was as clear as a cold spring, trembling unconsciously, flowing from her lips.

"Crow, you know..."

The unfinished words seemed to carry thousands of exclamations.

"...I see, this is her Soul Lamp."

The kneeling man took out an old glazed lamp from his sleeve and placed it on the table in front of Ling Yan.

The wick that was supposed to ignite the fire was silently extinguished.

"I have kept this lamp for you for 2 years."

"2 years..."

Ling Yan straightened up, her loose long hair fell down to both sides of her cheeks, she stretched out a trembling hand to take over the lamp.

The excessive movement seemed to involve the injury, the woman's face turned pale, and she raised her hand to cover her lips and coughed twice.

"God! Your body..."

Crow stood up abruptly and leaped forward, his hoarse voice let out a burst of exclamation, which couldn't help but sound a little harsh because of the worry in his heart.

"No problem!"

Ling Yan stretched out his hand to stop him from going forward to investigate.

"It's just that I stayed in the extremely cold place for a long time."

"Yes."

The crow retreated obediently, crawled down again, and lowered his head.

Ling Yan lightly rubbed the lamp for a moment, and a faint blue light glowed cheerfully and danced in the palm of her hand.

The light seemed to have seen a warm harbor, and couldn't wait to return to the embrace of the lamp.

"Ugh···"

The woman sighed softly, grabbing You Guang who kept jumping out.

"You are supposed to be such a calm person, why is Tai Qingqi so mischievous?"

After teasing You Guang a few times reluctantly, she gently sent it to the lamp, and the extinguished wick lit up a faint blue light.

Flickering in the dimness, it looks as if a gust of wind blows and it will return to darkness.

Closing her eyes, Ling Yan seemed to see the scene ten thousand years ago again, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the collapse of stars, and herself standing there covered in blood.

A fine pain rose from her heart, pulling her back to the lonely reality.

"Crow, thank you...you go, I should go find her."

Standing up slowly, Ling Yan held the lamp in both hands and turned around, with a devout gesture, she didn't know who she was praying to.

It’s just that in this world, who else is worthy of God’s prayer?

"God, it is your soul that is consumed by crossing soul time and space, please... take care!"

Maybe knowing that there is nothing more to persuade, the crow just kowtowed heavily, left a word of advice, and quietly dissipated into black smoke.

"Care..."

Putting the lamp at the level of her heart, the woman whispered another name.

The glazed lamp emits a soft light, like a lover's hand, caressing the cheek of the lamp holder, illuminating her persistent eyes.

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Minor repair again

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