"Master!"
He called out again.
The old man's dark and lusterless face gradually turned sallow, and he seemed to be a little more lively.
Following his two calls, the old and weak hand slowly grabbed his hand.
His eyelids, which had been closed for a long time, twitched twice. Under the anticipation and nervousness of the old man in the blue shirt, he slowly opened his eyes a little.
"Qing Xiao ... Qing Xiao ..."
He moved his dry mouth and shouted randomly, "
"Evergreen ... Evergreen ..."
"Master, are you missing little junior sister and senior brother?"
The old man in the blue shirt held the old man's hand tightly, thinking that it was the last radiance of the old man's life. He suppressed his grief and asked the old man.
"Qing Xiao ... Qing Xiao!"
After shouting this, the old Daoist's eyes opened and he woke up.
"Master, master, you're awake."
When the old man sitting by the stone bed saw this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed,
