The smell of rust in Xue Yiming's mouth became stronger and stronger, and his words gradually became intermittent: "Bei Ran... Uncle Master understands what you want to say... Uncle Master asked Junior Sister Xu for that bowl of chicken soup. Uncle Master's deadline has come... I had no choice but to ask Senior Brother... For this method. Bei Ran, don't blame Uncle Master for being cruel. The only level of cultivation that Uncle Master has left... Is enough to help you advance to become a god." , Bei Ran... Promise to live a good life for Uncle Master. Uncle Master has never regarded you as a child... I have already... Although we have never bowed three times as husband and wife, I... Have long regarded you as my husband... Xiao Xiang, I love you, although it is not recognized by the world, but I... Are willing to be with you... Only you, bow my head, and only want to stay with you for the rest of my life."
His voice became weaker and weaker, but the last words were amplified countless times in Xiao Beiran's ears.
I love you...
Intention: Love that is not recognized by the world may not be wrong