If it weren't for Ji Chuan's help, the surprise that he had worked so hard for would have been ruined.

His ancestor was truly a superman who could do anything.

Han Yesheng gradually no longer felt the pain in his body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The following scenes are all about Wan Qiluo.

Han Yesheng felt that he was the happiest man in the world. Such an ordinary man could actually marry a girl like Wan Qiluo.

He always felt stupid and was not good at anything except tomb robbing.

He was not sad when Qiluo confessed to him that she approached him with a purpose.

At that time, he only felt happy that Qiluo was honest with him. He thought that for someone as stupid as him, having a smart wife must be a blessing he had earned in eight lifetimes.

And after the ancestor removed Qiluo's charm, she still said that she liked him.

He felt that Qiluo was the silly one sometimes. With such good conditions and so many people pursuing her in the base, why did she choose him?

I really got a great bargain.

But he still lied.

He said he would never lie to Qiluo again and would always protect her and stand by her side.

He can no longer do that now.

He believes in fate.

Meeting Ji Chuan and Qi Luo must have used up all his luck in life.

He could accept his own death.

It would be nice if I could always be with the important people.

"Qiluo, goodbye forever."

Tears fell from the corners of Han Yesheng's eyes and he closed his eyes.

The body fell to the ground with a dull thud.

"Ye Sheng...Ye Sheng!"

Wan Qiluo's face was in tears and her throat was hoarse.

Ding Yong continued to launch attacks, but when the holy light shone on the god of death, only a tiny bit of white smoke rose.

Just like ordinary water vapor.

“Delicious…delicious!”

The Grim Reaper's tone became excited, and his tentacles attacked the other people at a faster speed.