MTL - All Over the World To Save My Wife-Chapter 1 wedge

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"Have you figured it out..."

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

"Think well."

The woman's voice was as clear as a cold spring, trembling involuntarily, and flowed from her lips.

"Crow, you know..."

The unfinished words seemed to carry thousands of sighs.

"...I understand, this is her life and 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 be blazing went out silently.

"I have kept this lamp for you for 20,000 years."

"Twenty thousand years..."

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

Excessive movements seemed to involve injuries, the woman's face paled, she raised her hand to cover her lips and coughed twice.

"God! Your body..."

Crow suddenly got up and jumped forward, his hoarse voice let out a burst of exclamation, because he was full of worry, he couldn't help but look a little harsh.

"No problem!"

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

"It's just a little longer in the extreme cold."

"Yes."

The crow backed away obediently, crawled down again, and lowered her head.

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

The light was like seeing a warm harbor, and I couldn't wait to return to the embrace of the lamp.

"Alas..."

The woman sighed lightly and grabbed the dim light that kept jumping out.

"You should be such a calm person, how can you be so naughty when you are too clean?"

And reluctantly teased the dim light a few times before she gently sent it to the lamp, and the extinguished wick glowed with a faint blue light.

Flickering in the dimness, it looks like a gust of wind blows it back into darkness.

Closing his eyes, Ling Yan seemed to see the scene from ten thousand years ago, the mountains of corpses, the sea of ​​blood, the collapse of stars, and the blood-covered self standing in it.

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

"Crow, thank you...you go, it's time for me to find her."

Slowly got up, Ling Yan turned around holding the lamp in both hands, a pious gesture, I don't know who she was praying to.

Only in this world, who else is worthy of the prayers of God?

"God, it is your soul that consumes your soul across time and space, please... take care!"

Perhaps he knew that he couldn't persuade him to say anything, so the crow only kowtowed heavily, leaving a command, which quietly turned into black smoke and dissipated in place.

"Concerning..."

Placing the lamp flush with her heart, the woman whispered another name.

The glazed lamp glows softly, like the hand of a lover, caressing the cheek of the lantern holder, illuminating her persistent eyes.

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