Li Yuan was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed at himself.
This year, Ji Hu was forty-nine years old; as the strongest in the world, he should exert all his efforts to find a way to extend his life, even if he couldn't find one, living another thirty or forty years shouldn't be a problem.
Heaven and earth, all living creatures, what do they have to do with Ji Hu?
Even he, Li Yuan, gave away that Colorful Horned Snail, not necessarily with good intentions.
He just wanted to save Yan Yu.
So, he wanted to take up this heavy piece named Human Emperor and throw it into the abyss, to exchange one piece for another, to let one die and another live, that's all.
"What a foolish son..."
He held the old man, smiling and smiling, and suddenly closed his eyes, two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping on the old man's wrinkled face.
After a long while, he raised his hands and handed the old man's body over to Wu Ya.
