"For these three hundred thousand years, my only goal in life has been to find you in this vast continent."
"But I'm tired this time." When Old Huang finished saying this, blood gushed out of his mouth.
Old Huang used his chest to swing forward in the red sword and moved towards Yue'er.
The Red Sword and Old Yellow Head have been together day and night for hundreds of thousands of years.
They had already developed a deep affection for each other, and it kept making loud noises, trying to break free from Yue'er's hand and not wanting to hurt Old Huangtou.
At this time, Old Huang was only more than ten centimeters away from the moon.
There is a drop of blood on his hand, and this drop of blood contains everything about him.
Old Huang's hand slowly moved towards Yue'er's forehead.
Directly tap on Yue'er's forehead.
When this drop of blood gathered on Yue'er's forehead, her entire forehead began to glow.
Memories that had been buried for countless generations were opened in an instant.
Three hundred thousand years ago, she was a disciple of Tianmen.
I met Old Huangtou by chance when I went out.
The two fell in love with each other, but she died tragically, leaving Old Huang alone.
Old Huang has been wandering through time for three hundred thousand years.
During these three hundred thousand years.
He is getting older and older.
Yue'er's tears suddenly flowed out.
The look in his eyes when he looked at Old Huangtou also changed.
Old Huang looked at the sudden change in Yue'er's eyes and laughed, because he knew that Yue'er remembered everything.
Old Huang looked at Yue'er and said, "I feel very relaxed now. I will need you to come and find me in the future."
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