Hu Xian lowered her eyes, her eyes red-rimmed: "Cat, you'll be alright. If you can live another 200 years, you can live another 300 years..."
Si Mubei chuckled and said, "Little fox, as a prophet, the most taboo thing is to deceive yourself. You have committed a major taboo of a prophet, which is an extremely immature act."
Tears welled in Hu Xian's eyes. The fox, over 300 years old, was still young and beautiful, exuding an unapproachable and alluring aura: "What taboo is there? As long as you can live, what does it matter if I shorten my lifespan? I just want..."
"I don't want to live anymore, and I can't go on living." Si Mubei interrupted Hu Xian, like an elder lecturing a child: "Don't say such willful things, don't act like a child, you've grown up."
“You are a proper prophet of the orc race, so you should act like a prophet. Don’t be like me, who is unreliable and irresponsible in everything he does.”
“You are very good, little fox. You are better than any prophet, better than me…”
“I am not even one ten-thousandth as good as you.” Hu Xian’s voice choked with emotion, her breath muffled, and she blinked hard to keep the tears from welling up in her eyes: “Cat, you are the best, you are the most outstanding prophet, you are the prophet who deserves to be loved.”
The orc cats and foxes of the Abel Galaxy, more than 3,000 years ago, their ancestors went to the ancient Blue Star in the Milky Way along with other races.
They went to the ancient planet Blue Star, during the planet's apocalyptic zombie era. Humans and various animals underwent different mutations, and some people and animals even turned into zombies, devoid of rationality, only eating fresh meat and blood.
Their ancestors brought back many cats and foxes from the ancient planet Blue Star, and they mated with their already strained cat and fox clan to solve their reproduction problem.
However, after they brought back so many foxes and cats and they bred them, they found that among all the cats and foxes they brought back, only the native Chinese cats, tabby cats, orange tabby cats, and so on had the best bloodlines, were the easiest to adapt to the environment, and were also good hunters.
They can catch prey larger than themselves, or eat very small prey. Even if a tiger walks right in front of them, they can still swat it if they don't like it.
They are tough, have strong claws, are proud, and are ferocious. In the eyes of native Chinese cats, whoever provokes them will be extremely petty and will climb the wall to scratch them in the middle of the night.
Therefore, the native cat thieves from Earth were welcomed by the cats of the Abel Galaxy. They felt that marrying or marrying them would not only change their genes, making their offspring stronger, but also allow them to protect them, thus elevating their status among the cats.
The desire to admire the strong is not unique to humans; all races share this sentiment. They all rejoice in and love those who are strong.
The cat race in the Abel Galaxy does not have nine tails, only one. Foxes also do not have nine tails, only eight or seven. Reaching eight or seven tails is already considered a top-tier existence.
However, foxes and cats on Earth have nine tails. They can grow to have nine tails through cultivation and environmental changes.
The orc cat race and fox race of the Abel Galaxy, after mating with the cat fox of Blue Star, gave birth to the nine-tailed fox and the eight-tailed cat.
Among the orcs, the more tails a fox or cat has, the more beloved and popular it is compared to other cats and foxes. Even when choosing a mate, cats and foxes usually prefer those with more tails.
As for the cat-fox hybrid, it is said that more than 3,000 years ago, a male and a female fox fell in love.
They knew they were different species and couldn't reproduce, but that didn't stop them from being truly in love. Even if they couldn't have children or reproduce, they still wanted to be together.
Perhaps because they loved each other so much, and their days and nights were often reversed, they had a child. They gave birth to a cat and a fox hybrid, and the child was born with nine tails.
Whether it transforms into a cat or a fox, it will possess nine tails.
This nine-tailed cub behaved differently from ordinary cats and foxes from the day it was born.
As it ages, and as it transforms into human form and can speak, it can accurately foresee what is about to happen to a person and precisely predict the disasters that will befall the orcs.
Its existence allowed the orcs to precisely avoid many natural disasters, enabling their race to prosper.
But a mixed-race animal is still a mixed-race animal, and a mixed-race animal from different species, which means that this fox-cat hybrid cub is destined to die young, reaching adulthood before dying.
This hybridity brought great benefits to both the fox and the cat clan, resulting in an unprecedentedly close relationship between them.
In order to ensure the prosperity and longevity of their tribes among the orcs, the elders of the fox and cat tribes began to deliberately breed fox and cat hybrids and create the legend of the prophet.
Regardless of whether the cat or fox clan gives birth to a nine-tailed fox or a nine-tailed cat, the cub must be taken to a palace built by the fox and cat clans, where it will receive special welfare and be raised by cat-clan beastmen.
It has been proven that those who are not intentionally kept alive do not live to adulthood, while those who are intentionally kept alive from birth with various instruments and drugs do live longer than those who are not intentionally kept alive.
They are over 18, over 30, over 40, over 80 years old. They have been in the palace since the day they were born, and can only see a small part of the palace, but cannot leave it.
The hybrid cat-fox nine-tailed fox doesn't live long, but the nine-tailed fox can live to a normal age. In order to maintain the mystery of their race and secure their position as prophets, the cat and fox races created two prophets.
One is a nine-tailed fox prophet from the fox clan who unites against external forces, and the other is a nine-tailed cat-fox hybrid prophet who hides in a high pavilion.
Simubei, this cat-fox hybrid, is the second most powerful cat-fox hybrid in the cat and fox clans in over 3000 years.
He is handsome, beautiful, fragile, and proud. He has lived in a palace in the jungle since birth, eating and using the best food and things.
But he was also destined not to live long. The healers of the fox and cat tribe concluded that he would live to be a little over 100 years old at most. He did not want to be confined to the palace, so he tried to escape and wanted to live a short but brilliant life instead of being locked in a cage.
Si Mubei laughed weakly, "What do you mean I'm the top prophet? Bullshit! The Beast God is fair. You gain something, you lose something else."
“My budgeting ability is better than yours, and my calculation ability is obvious at a glance, but so what? I don’t even know who my own parents are.”
"I've lived in a cage since I can remember. The fancy cage was filled with all sorts of delicious and fun things, but they just wouldn't put any dried fish in it."
"I just wanted a small dried fish, but they wouldn't give it to me. They gave me other things, things they thought were good, but I didn't want them, and they thought I was ungrateful."
“Little fox, you are the one I raised. You are the happiest little dried fish I ever saw in that fancy cage. I know that you helped me leave that fancy cage…”
Hu Xian's voice choked with emotion: "No, no..."
Si Mubei grabbed his hand: "I know, I know, I know everything, little fox, you are the cutest little fox. When I first saw you, you were only the size of my palm."
"Your nine tails were bigger than your body, and you couldn't control them at all. Back then, your fur was sparse, your ears were small, and your mouth was pointed..."
"The moment I saw you, I liked you. I felt like those bastards who imprisoned me finally did one thing right: they gave me the dried fish I'd been longing for..."
Hu Xian's tears rolled down her cheeks: "Cat... don't say anymore. I promise you, I promise you, after you, there will be no more fox and cat hybrid prophets."
"Whoever wants to be the fox clan leader can be, whoever wants to be the cat clan leader can be, I don't care, you don't care, none of us care."
Upon hearing his words, Si Mubei's last breath vanished, the smile on his lips faded, and his grip on Hu Xian loosened.
Hu Xian felt it, hugged him tightly, and buried her face in his neck: "Cat, cat, don't die, don't die. As long as you live, you can go wherever you want, play however you want, and no one can stop you."
"What cat clan elders, fox clan elders? With me here, none of that matters, I..."
Before Hu Xian could finish speaking, Si Mubei's hand fell to his sides, his eyes closed, and the smile on his lips faded, but with an upward curve, as if to tell others that he was willing to die and had no regrets.
"Kitty..."
Hu Xian called out softly, her voice hoarse.
No one answered him, and no one swung their nine big, bright yellow tails at him and said, "What are you yelling for? Do you think you can call me 'cat'? You should call me 'Master Cat'."
"Remember, don't call me Kitty, call me the most handsome and dashing Kitty Lord, understand, you little fox cub who can't even maintain human form."
"Aaaaah, don't call me Kitty, call me Lord Kitty!!!"
Hu Xian was placed in the forest palace to keep Si Mu Bei company. He was only 10 days old and didn't know how to eat or drink. Si Mu Bei, with his nine big tails and two yellow cat ears, raised him with care and attention.
Although Si Mubei is a hybrid of a fox and a cat, his habits are more like a cat's. He defecates and urinates in his natural form, dislikes using the toilet, and prefers to use sand.
He transformed into a large orange cat with nine tails and a beard with nine tails. He was taught cat habits, such as defecating and urinating in the sand and then burying it with his paws.
Hu Xian's childhood memories are all about Si Mubei. He is the only one, he relies on him, trusts him completely, and whatever he says goes.
Si Mubei had been training him to become human. The first thing he said after becoming human was "cat," he called out the two words "cat."
Si Mubei's first rebuttal was that he should be called Master Cat, not such an unimpressive and domineering name like Cat.
Children love to use reduplicated words. "Cat" was the first word he said. He didn't want to change it, nor did he want to change it, until later, when Si Mubei wanted to leave and see the outside world.
As a child raised by him, I naturally thought of him and helped him sneak out to build a house, which allowed him to escape successfully.
In order to escape and not be easily caught, he grew rapidly, becoming capable of standing on his own and becoming the cunning and authoritative chieftain of the fox and cat tribes.
The elders of the cat and fox clans always told him to go find him and bring him back. He would agree readily in front of them, but then forget about it and never go looking for him.
He wanted freedom, so he gave him freedom; he wanted happiness, so he gave him happiness. He gave him whatever he wanted and could give him.
I always thought he would only live for a little over 100 years, but I never expected that after he left the cage, he would have an opportunity. His mixed-race genes broke down, his mental strength collapsed, and he was treated. He will live for more than 300 years.
He lived to be over 300 years old, but he could live to be 400-500 years old, with over 100 years to go. How lonely and long it must have been for him to live alone.
Si Mubei is dead and gone. He was the top hidden prophet of the fox and cat clan, a figure only known in legends and not publicly acknowledged.
The elders of the fox and cat tribes originally intended to bury him casually as usual, but unexpectedly, their chieftain notified the entire orc tribe of Simubei's existence.
He also told the entire orc race that his fame and prophecy came from Si Mubei, not him. He was just a prophet with no talent who could only calculate with his fingers.
Hu Xianyang's few pages of writing succinctly explained everything, causing turmoil among the orcs. Incredibly, it turned out that the fox and cat tribes had two prophets.
The elders of the fox and cat clans were extremely angry, but they were helpless; they couldn't even simply bury Simubei.
They discovered that the governments and royal families of various countries in the Abel Galaxy had issued statements of condolence. They also found that, in addition to Princess Jiang Jiang, those who helped carry the coffin for Simu Bei included the princess of the Fourth Civilization, the younger brother of the Federation's Chief Member, the High Priest of the Shallow Sea Mermaid Clan, the richest beastman of the Orc Clan, and so on.
Any one of the people who helped carry his coffin was someone that these elders could neither afford to nor should offend.
His funeral was grand and received unprecedented respect; the entire fox and cat clan came out, all in their animal forms, to bid him farewell.
Simubei converted all his assets into cash and distributed them to the Fox Cat Clan, whose annual income was less than 100,000.
In his words, forget all the fancy stuff; the simplest and most direct approach is the most popular. After years of being a space pirate, and with Yuan Yi Gun's filial piety, the only thing he could do before he died was to use his wealth to benefit his own kind.
He was buried atop the mountains, and after his death, he transformed back into a cat, a large orange cat weighing less than 15 pounds, which fit him into a small coffin.
Jiang Si exhaled a breath of stale air, turned her gaze back to her belated senior brother, Yan Qi.
His face, more delicate and beautiful than a woman's, was covered with fine lines, but he was still a beautiful person, and even with fine lines, he was still good-looking and beautiful.
Jiang Si looked at him and slowly said, "There's no need to go up, he's already buried."
Yan Qi's eyes dimmed slightly: "I didn't want to see him. I just thought that a bad cat like him, a cunning fox, a menace, could live to be at least five, six, seven, or eight hundred years old."
"I never imagined he would die at over 300 years old. Before he died..."
“He has forgotten who you are.” Jiang Si interrupted Yan Qi. “After he stopped being a space pirate, he retired well on Earth, spending his retirement with Yan Liu, gossiping and having a great time.”
"Later, his health deteriorated, and he returned to the Abel system, back to his people, where he lived well. He left no words behind, nor did he mention you."
Yan Qi grunted, then forced a smile and said, "It's good that you're doing well, it's good that you're doing well. Well, I won't stay any longer, I'm going home to take care of my grandson."
Jiang Si nodded: "Take care, senior brother!"
Yan Qi came and went in a hurry, without seeing Si Mubei one last time or stepping on his grave, before leaving.
Jiang Si stood still, gazing at the distant mountain peaks, her eyes distant and serene.
For someone who has lived for thousands of years, death is something she sees and experiences every day.
She wouldn't shed tears like others, nor would she be sad like others; she was as calm as a stagnant pool, without causing any ripples.
She stayed with the orcs for more than ten days and returned to Blue Star with Agares Yanliu. Simubei's death was like a switch; once the switch was turned on, one after another, others died.
Every six months, a year, two years, or three years, someone dies. Some die of old age, some die of mental breakdown or genetic breakdown, and some die from accidents.
The Red Eyebrow Fleet consisted of about 30 main members. Within 50 years of Simubei's death, all of them perished except for Bo Jichen, the old dragon whose whereabouts are unknown.
As their adopted daughter, Jiang Si would appear before each of them before they died, seeing them off on their final journey.
They grew old, dying in their 300s and 400s, but she remained unchanged, her figure and appearance never altered, her radiant smile still making her look like she was just 18, pure, alluring, and adorable.
Yanliu hasn't changed in any substantial way. Apart from being more beautiful, more exquisite, and having a stronger aura, she hasn't changed at all.
Like Bo Jichen with Lei Luosi, the hunter and Jiang Dandan disappeared into the vast sea of stars, leaving no trace.
Jiang Si wasn't in a hurry and didn't go looking for him. Jiang Dandan's lifespan wasn't long, at most 1000 years. More than 200 years had already passed, so there were less than 700 years left.
She and the hunter could have been together for less than 700 years. It's understandable that they chose to live far away from the crowds, choosing to live in their own world and disappear from it.
Over the past 50 years, Ginger has seen the departure of everyone from the Redbrow Fleet, and Agares is now 318 years old.
At 318 years old, he spends more time looking in the mirror. When he sees fine lines around his eyes, he tries his best to smooth them out. If there are gray hairs in his black hair, he will carefully pluck them out.
Jiang Si saw it several times, but pretended not to notice. She would only praise him casually, saying that he was still the same as before, not old, very handsome, and good-looking.
She didn't concern herself with the affairs of the Troya Empire, the Dafa Mall, or even Earth. She didn't care about or ask about anything.
She was with him, only with him. They would travel to distant galaxies, stop on a planet, build a small house, and live there for ten or fifteen months.
They might casually rescue a group of space pirates in the vast expanse of space, or bring new species back to the Abel Galaxy and the Milky Way from distant galaxies.
The prosperous Earth now has a population of 200 million, mostly ordinary people, with few people possessing superpowers, and even mutated and evolved zombies are gradually decreasing.
Ordinary people don't live long, only two or three hundred years. Even evolved zombies that become human don't live long, only three or four hundred years.
However, the ginkgo trees and their companion creatures living on Earth have very long lifespans; they can live for 1,000 or 2,000 years, maintaining their original beauty.
It's easy to feel envious when a species can live for 1,000 to 2,000 years, especially when they have beautiful wings and an unchanging appearance, which makes species that can only live for two or three hundred years even more jealous.
No one is unafraid of death, and no one wants to die. When life is good, everyone wants to live on for generations and to live forever.
For the sake of their species' survival and their peaceful existence, Jiang Si and Yan Liu brought them back to the Abel Galaxy, cleaned up Baiguo Star, resettled them there, and signed a treaty of eternal peace and mutual assistance with the Troya Empire's royal family.
The current heir to the throne of the Troia Empire has dragon blood. They can live for a thousand years. During those thousand years, they can live in peace with the companion spirit tree, helping and protecting each other.
On the planet Ginkgo, only the ginkgo tree and its companion spirit are capable of transforming into human form; other animals and plants cannot.
For the safety of their race's tens of thousands of trees and tens of thousands of companion creatures, Baiguo Star is not open to the public, but only to those hunting Jiang Siyanliu and the heirs of the Troya Empire's royal family.
They deployed state-of-the-art weapons on the planet's surface, and would attack indiscriminately, regardless of race, until death.
In order to keep up with the times, every tree on the planet Baiguo that has transformed into a human, along with their companion spirits, will go to the Troya Empire and Earth to disguise themselves as humans to learn, in order to protect their people and protect Jiang Si.
They serve Jiang Si as their master, and they only obey Jiang Si. They do not listen to anyone else, including Yan Liu. They are pure and they are a kind of faith.
Their master is Jiang Si, and their ancestor is Ling Yan. It was Ling Yan who transformed these trees into humans and gave them companion spirits.
Therefore, they remembered every word and phrase the Spirit Eyes had spoken to them, and dared not forget it. Even if new trees transformed into humans or new companion spirits appeared, they would patiently tell them where they came from, why they were the way they were, what their beliefs were, and who they lived for.
Another 100 years have passed in the blink of an eye. Agares is 418 years old. The gray hair on his head is too much to remove, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes can no longer be concealed.
The Troia Empire, on Earth, is ruled by Little Pattern and her children. Little Pattern laid three litters, six eggs in total, with the first three eggs and the last three eggs separated by 100 years.
The once bustling capital palace of the earth has been transformed into a tourist attraction over the past 300 years, except for the inner palace where Jiang Si and Yan Liu lived.
In particular, the palace where the Red Eyebrow Fleet's 30 or so people lived had an introduction outside each palace and each room, explaining that this was Simubei's, this was Gonggong's, this was Yu Feifei's...
Besides their aliases, there are also their rankings on the space pirate leaderboard, their net worth on the bounty list, and their respective hidden identities.
Every time I travel here, I see people sighing: "The boss is indeed a boss. It turns out that the space pirates are just one of their disguises. Their highest-ranking person has actually worn three or five different disguises."
"Excellent people do attract other excellent people, and excellent people only associate with other excellent people. These days, if you don't have a few aliases, you're embarrassed to call yourself excellent."
"That's right, that's right. I originally thought that Bo Jichen, the former empress of the Troia Empire, was a dragon or a dog, which was already quite a disguise. But I never expected that she was also the captain of the Red Eyebrow Fleet. So, four or five hundred years ago, she was fighting space pirates while also being a space pirate herself."
"No wonder, no wonder when I read that part of history I thought he was so amazing. He could catch the space pirates that others couldn't catch, and he could kill those that others couldn't kill. He plundered so much stuff from the space pirates."
"Looking back now, infiltrating the enemy, joining the enemy, capturing and releasing, releasing and capturing again, an endless cycle, making money endlessly, is like harvesting leeks. The leek roots are left there, so you can harvest one crop after another, and each crop will be fruitful."
"It has to be said that the Troya Empire's current status is entirely due to the foundation laid by that scoundrel Bo Jichen. According to incomplete statistics from the Troya Empire's royal family, Bo Jichen, the former Empress, gave His Majesty Relos a huge amount of money, which enabled His Majesty Relos to challenge the Elder Council and Council of the Troya Empire."
"It was thanks to the Troia Empire, Marshal Agares, and Princess Jiang Jiang's marriage that Earth was rebuilt, that Earth is what it is today, and that we can witness Earth's glory."
"Princess Jiang Jiang must be over 400 years old this year. But I think I saw her once when I was traveling. I took a glimpse of her from afar and she didn't seem to have changed at all. She still looks the same as before."
"Not only is she the same as before, but Lady Yanliu is also the same as before, even more beautiful and more attractive than before. When I was traveling in the deep sea of the earth before, I took a glimpse of her from afar, and she was also playing in the deep sea."
"Wrong, wrong. Not only do the two of them not look old, but even their daughter, Jiang Yihe, who married into the Zerg and became the queen, doesn't look old. She looks like she's only in her early twenties."
"There's also Jiang Yinuo, the top mecha warship manufacturer of the Troya Empire. He's over 300 years old. Although he's unmarried, has no girlfriend, and no children, he's still incredibly youthful."
"My god, he appeared as the chief manufacturer at the Troia Empire's mecha warship launch event. As someone who only cares about looks, what I saw wasn't the latest mecha or the latest warship, but his face."
"He used to look seven or eight parts like Marshal Agares, but now, more than 300 years later, he looks more like Princess Jiang Jiang. Even his smile is so pure and innocent, like a recent graduate with clear and innocent eyes."
"You, you, you're right, you're absolutely right. He's the chief manufacturer of all kinds of lethal weapons for the Troia Empire's mecha warships. As long as you don't ask him any non-professional questions, his eyes are clear, foolish, and innocent, just like a child who can be easily fooled with a piece of candy."
"But it's just a resemblance. This child is a national treasure of the Troia Empire. Whether he goes abroad for visits or research, he is always escorted by warships, and at least three divisions protect him."
"Three divisions, but his value far exceeds three divisions. He is the Troia Empire's indestructible, top-tier defensive weapon that no one dares to breach."
"With him and his mother Jiang Jiang, as long as the Troya Empire lives, no one will dare to covet the Troya Empire."
"Wrong, wrong. Even if they are dead, the weapons he researched are far ahead of all other countries. Other countries can only surpass the Troia Empire if another genius-level weapons researcher emerges."
"However, geniuses are not so easy to come by. Back then, Prince Jiang Yinuo and Princess Jiang Yihe, who married into the Zerg and became queen, were both at the bottom of their class from kindergarten to high school. Their parents, Agares and Princess Jiang Jiang, were never in a hurry, which is why they are where they are today."
"Let me ask you this: if your child started out at the bottom of the class, constantly causing trouble, wouldn't you be anxious and worried?"
"Ahhh, look, look! Isn't that Princess Jiang Jiang and Princess Agares up there? Isn't that them? Isn't that them?"
Amidst the tourists' lively discussion, someone suddenly spoke up.
As the tourists followed the direction the man pointed, they saw two figures standing at the highest point of the palace: one wearing a red dress and the other a black shirt.
Not far from the two of them stood a ginkgo tree that seemed to pierce the clouds.
The ginkgo tree is not thick; it's only about as thick as two people can hug.
But it is very, very tall, with lush branches and leaves, and is verdant.
It stands there, making it impossible for tourists to ignore when they see Agares Ginger, as if it were one of them, and even if this member stands here without moving, it cannot be ignored.
"Wow, Princess Jiang Jiang really hasn't changed at all. She's still the same as she was online more than 300 years ago. She hasn't changed at all."
"Prince Agares hasn't changed, except he seems to have some gray hair, right? Good heavens, no wonder that place isn't a tourist spot. It turns out that Princess Jiang Jiang and Prince Agares still live there. We are so lucky to be able to see them."
"However, I've heard a rumor that Princess Jiang is immortal. I wonder if it's true. If it is, does that mean she has mastered the technology of immortality..."
"What are you all thinking? What is immortality? What is mastering the technology of longevity? It's just that time doesn't make people age, and beautiful women are especially favored by time."
"All you people think about is immortality. Princess Jiang Jiang solved your problems of genetic and mental breakdown, allowing you to reproduce freely and conceive naturally. You've all forgotten her good deeds and started researching her immortality?"
"Even if you've forgotten that she can destroy a planet with a flick of her wrist, you shouldn't have forgotten that her son is the chief engineer of lethal weapons in the Troya Empire. You still dare to covet her, still fantasize that she possesses the technology of immortality and can grant you immortality. Aren't you afraid that her son will blast you to smithereens?"
"Alright, alright, even if you're not afraid of her son, don't forget that the current rulers of the Troia Empire and Earth are dragons. They can live to be hundreds or even thousands of years old. Who among you can compete with them?"
"Hahaha, we're just talking casually. Who can beat the Troya Empire? Who can beat Princess Jiang Jiang? Just kidding, just kidding, it's all a joke."
"Let's hurry up! After this attraction, we're going to explore the deep sea. I've heard that the Frost City in the deep sea is quite amazing. Let's go check it out!"
The group of tourists lingered, reluctant to leave, turning back every few steps to gaze at Jiang Si Agares standing high above.
Some people wonder if she really can live forever.
Is it really true that they are immortal?
Some people think that she and Agareth are truly in love, remaining inseparable for hundreds of years, a relationship that is truly enviable.
There's an old saying that goes, "To win someone's heart is to stay together until old age," which probably describes them perfectly. They are truly wonderful.
Of course, the most important thing is that the Troia Empire's royal family is full of romantics and attracts romantics. Every member of the Troia Empire's royal family that people see, once married, is loyal to that one person.
Those who don't get married, like Yanliu, Lingxi, and Jiang Yinuo, don't cause trouble or play with other people's feelings. They always reject, reject, and reject their suitors, never giving them any hope or letting them fall into a fantasy.
Jiang Si also saw the tourists in the distance and watched them leave. Leaning against the railing, she asked Agares, "Agares, are you afraid of death?"
Agares stood opposite her, looking at her, with the ginkgo tree that pierced the clouds behind them: "I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of aging. My wife is still so young and beautiful, she is not worthy of being with this old man like me."
He was 418 years old. The limit of human lifespan is 450 or 480 years. His hair was really gray and could not be plucked out. His body and his face were no longer young.
Jiang Si smiled sweetly at him: "Little friend Agares, whether you are 418 years old or 4180 years old, in my eyes you are not an old man, but a little friend."
"Me? I'm so old, I just look young. If you were any more ruthless, I'd be locked in a glass case, an old relic to be admired by everyone!"
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