Yaoyao looked at Zhang Qiling, who had collapsed onto the ground and was murmuring incoherently. She stepped forward, turned him over, and looked at his pale face, which was covered in cold sweat. Withdrawing her hand, she looked at A-Yao. "Look at yourself. Even like this, you still won't give up?" She did not know what this so-called Longevity had brought to A-Yao.
But she knew that she herself had spent thousands of years cooped up in the mountains. Even with those little fellows keeping her company, she had still found it utterly devoid of life and interest.
A-Yao stared at Yaoyao, her gaze shifting to Zhang Qiling on the ground. She did not know how long she had stayed here; she only knew that the stone bed where she slept was already piled with flakes of dead skin, that the walls recording the passage of time did not have a single gap left, and that she had seen one Zhang Family Patriarch after another.
Chapter 639