Chapter 180 Do I look like a carbonated drink?

Yan Luo's cheeks suddenly turned red. Although she really wanted to get on the high-speed train, she felt a little embarrassed when she was asked to say it suddenly.

She coughed lightly and stretched the wound again.

She frowned and said, "Then I'll listen to you and start from the beginning."

Yu Nanchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and rubbed her hair, "Mom just called and said she made you some pigeon soup."

"It's not that troublesome."

Yu Nanchen looked at her and said, "Go ahead and give it to her. She makes very good soup." It seemed like she wouldn't be able to drink it for long.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Su Nian came to visit Yan Luo with a thermos bucket.

She fed her soup and occasionally scolded Ji Sijia for being wicked and smoky.

Yan Luo thought what she said was funny, and laughing hurt his wound.

Su Nian asked her, "Xiao Luo, why are you injured now? Were you able to heal yourself when you were injured before?"

Yan Luo was stunned. "I, heal myself?"

"Yes, you are the god of death! Of course you can heal yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Luo frowned deeply.

[I am the god of death? I can heal myself? ]

[Master, you never told me this? ]

Su Nian fed her a spoonful of soup. "You have changed a lot since you woke up. But judging from how you saved Yujia today, you are still the same as before."

Yan Luo asked, "How do you know I am the God of Death?"

Su Nian put the bowl on the table and began to tell her about the past.

At one time, she received too much information and needed to digest it.

Zang Kun never thought that Yu Nanchen knew Yan Luo was the god of death, and he also thought that Yan Luo had erased Su Nian's memory. However, his smart assumptions became evidence for Yan Luo to suspect him.

So, what was Zang Kun's purpose in letting her break Nan Chen's power?

If she is the god of death, why is she no different from ordinary people?

Yan Luo began to fall into deep thought.

Sang Wan and Nan Xing were standing beside the bed.

Of course, Yan Luo and Su Nian couldn't see them at all at this moment.

Nanxing asked, "Aren't you going to tell Xiaoluo?"

Sang Wan shook her head, "I won't tell you. Only if she destroys Nan Chen's power will Zang Kun show up."

Nan Xing held his arm, "My little Luo is so pitiful, really so pitiful. That Zang Kun really deserves to die, I really want to kill him! Throw him into the oil pan and fry him!"

Sang Wan nodded, "We will monitor their movements at all times, and we will surround and destroy them on the day of the decisive battle."

Nan Xing blinked, "Zang Kun now possesses Xiao Luo's magic power, are you sure you can beat him?"

Sang Wan frowned, "Do you doubt my ability?"

Nan Xing raised her red lips and said, "We need to try it to know which aspect it is."

Sang Wan sneered, brushed her hand away, and disappeared on the spot.

Nanxing laughed, knowing that the man was shy, and she disappeared on the spot.

After staying in the hospital for a week, Yan Luo's wounds recovered well and he was discharged.

She was puzzled this week, but she was not stupid enough to contact Zang Kun.

"What are you thinking about?" Yu Nanchen leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Nothing." Yan Luo smiled faintly, "Isn't there a love action movie tonight?"

"A romantic action movie?" Yu Nanchen raised his eyebrows.

"I really should buy you two packs of scourer powder to clean your mind. It's a romantic fantasy martial arts film."

Yu Nanchen clicked his tongue and said, "I don't know who it is, but he wants to race with me every day."

Yan Luo cleared his throat and said, "Don't bring this up all the time. I have a very pure mind."

Yu Nanchen pinched her little ear and said, "Yes, yes, my wife is right."

"Who is your wife!" Yan Luo was very embarrassed. She pushed him and said, "Go get me a set of casual clothes. Let's go out."

When Yu Nanchen turned around and went to the cloakroom, Yan Luo covered his chest with his hands and looked painful.

When the man returned, she tried hard to act as if nothing had happened.

She changed her clothes, and Yu Nanchen brought her a knee-length white cotton coat, and put on a red scarf and hat. "So cute."

Yan Luo put on a black long cotton coat, a black hat and a scarf for him, "Do we look like the Black and White Impermanence?"

"A bit like that." Yu Nanchen adjusted her scarf. "It's snowing tonight. It's the first snow of this year. It's great to have you accompany me on this first snow of this year."

Yan Luo suddenly lowered her eyes, she didn't dare to look into his eyes.

"Let's go."

Yu Nanchen said okay, took her hand and walked out of the room.

Su Nian watched the two people go down the stairs and handed Yan Luo a hand warmer, "It's cold outside, use this to warm your hands."

Yu Nanchen sighed, and he took Yan Luo's hand and put it into the pocket of his cotton coat, "No need, it's warm enough this way."

The corners of Su Nian's mouth twitched. Is this just showing off one's affection?

Watching the two people leave, she sighed softly. There was always a faint sadness lingering in her heart, and she couldn't tell why.

The two came to Universal Studios, bought movie tickets, bought popcorn and Coke, and entered the theater.

Yu Nanchen fed her Coke, "Do I look like a carbonated drink?"

Yan Luo was in a mist.

"When I see you, I burst into bubbles of joy."

Yan Luo burst out laughing, this man is so cute.

But the next second, she clenched her hand holding the popcorn tightly.

She shifted her gaze and said, "Let's watch a movie."

The movie ended after an hour and a half, and the two were the last to leave the theater.

Yan Luo was still immersed in the last scene of the film where the hero cried while holding the heroine's body. Her nose was sour and her voice was a little tearful. "I don't like this ending."

"I don't like it either." Yu Nanchen laughed, "Everything in the movie is fake, little fool."

He took out a tissue and pinched Yan Luo's nose, "Blow."

Yan Luo took a tissue and blew her nose, crying bitterly.

Yu Nanchen rubbed her hair and said, "Okay, let's go home."

When the two walked out of the cinema, colorful snowflakes fell from the sky.

Yu Nanchen stretched out his hand, and the snowflakes fell into his palm, "Falling, first snow."

Yan Luo looked at the white snow all over the sky and curled her lips, "How beautiful!"

She took off their hats, revealing her black hair covered with snow-white hair.

Yu Nanchen looked at her with a smile, recalling the moment when the two of them were frying flour in the kitchen. Just like now, both of them had white hair.

He held Yan Luo's face with both hands, "Luoluo, do we look like we will be together till old age?"

Yan Luo's eyes were red. For some reason, she tried hard to curl her lips and said, "Resemble, very similar."

She took the initiative to hug him and buried her face in his chest.

At this moment, her heart ached beyond words, but she still wanted to hold him tightly and not let go.

"Can you carry me on your back?" Yan Luo asked.

"Carrying you on your back will easily stretch your wounds, how about a princess hug?"

Yan Luo lowered his eyes, "I want you to carry me on your back."

[This way you won't see my heartbroken look. ]

Yu Nanchen's heart shuddered, heartbroken?

He asked, "Luoluo, are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Luo shook his head, "Of course not, I'm fine."

Yu Nanchen squatted down, and Yan Luo lay on top of him, holding his neck with both hands and leaning her face against the man's heavy back.

Drops of tears soaked his cotton coat. Yu Nanchen asked, "Luoluo, are you okay?"

But the person behind him did not answer. At this moment, Yu Nanchen realized that Yan Luo's heartache was not emotional pain, but real unbearable pain, so painful that he fainted.