Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 153: Celia, I'm going to die
Time flies, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye.

Lord and Celie had long since given up on adventure and had settled into a quiet, secluded life.

The main reason is that Lord's body can't take it anymore.

As time goes by, the vitality of this body is decreasing. Perhaps it is time to reincarnate again.

On the other hand, time has not had any impact on the elf lady, except that her dependence on a brave human is deepening.

Although he was still harsh in his words, the tacit understanding and companionship had long been integrated into his breath.

Lord sat in a rocking chair by the window. He looked like a young man, but his vitality had become weak and erratic, and even his face had a sickly pale color.

The weakening of this body was not gradual, but came suddenly, and even he himself was caught off guard.

He coughed lightly a few times, his voice a little hoarse.

Celie was reading a book. When she heard the voice, she turned around and frowned habitually: "Hey! Did you stay up all night last night secretly studying those dangerous magic books again?"

Her tone was the usual disdain, but her eyes involuntarily drifted towards him, with a barely perceptible hint of concern.

Lord slowly raised his eyes, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He stretched out his hand and waved weakly.

Celie's heart skipped a beat, she put down the book in her hand and walked over.

"Celiai, I'm dying."

After that, there was a long silence.

The elf lady's eyes suddenly widened, clearly reflecting Lord's weak appearance at the moment.

This guy was fine yesterday, so why does he look so weak now, like he's nearing the end of his life?
Could it be that his human lifespan has come to an end?

Celia subconsciously retorted, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you talking about? What are you planning? How could you possibly die?"

She paused abruptly, for Lord's breath was indeed alarmingly weak.

It is not deliberately created, the candle of life is about to go out, and the feeling is so real.

Lord shook his head slightly: "Celiai, human lifespan has its limits after all, and mine has already come to an end."

"impossible!"

Celie almost screamed out, she took a step forward, and subconsciously grasped the corner of Lord's clothes.

Her body trembled slightly, and the arrogance she had just shown disappeared without a trace, leaving only disbelief.

"You lied to me! You must have a way! Right? You must have created a magic that can extend life! I know you have it!"

Her voice was filled with an unprecedented urgency, and she even took the initiative to put aside her usual pride, with tears already gathering in her eyes.

"No, no magic, no matter how powerful, can defy the laws of life. There's nothing I can do about this body."

It is true that the vitality of this body has been exhausted, but Lord can create a new body for himself!

But he didn't tell the elf lady this right away.

He wanted to look at the anxious look of the elf lady for a while longer.

Although I might get hit by a few arrows once the other party finds out the truth, it's already worth it.

"..."

Celia was silent.

She stared into Lord's eyes, trying to find a trace of lies in them, but Lord's disguise was too good, and the calmness in his eyes instantly rejected all her hopes.

A huge feeling of despair and helplessness strangled her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

The hand that was clutching the corner of the clothes began to tremble because of excessive force, but still refused to let go.

Yes! This was an ending she had anticipated countless times; she should have let go at this point. But why?
Why am I so unwilling to let go?
Seeing the elf lady's uncomfortable look, Lord himself also felt uncomfortable.

"Celiai, do you know? In my hometown, there is a very huge creature called 'elephant'."

Celie looked at him blankly, not understanding why he suddenly brought this up at this time.

"Legend has it that when an elephant senses its life is coming to an end, it will quietly leave the herd and trek alone to find a very secluded place. Then, there, it will wait for the end of its life."

He paused, his eyes fixed on Celie's hand tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, and said meaningfully, "Perhaps I should learn from those elephants."

Celie's body shook violently.

She understood.

He was telling her that he was leaving too.

Like an elephant, he faced death alone, not wanting her to see his final appearance.

Celie didn't want to let this guy go just like that.

She wanted to use magic to force him to stay and send him off for the last time, but looking at his calm eyes, this intense thought disappeared silently.

She understood his choice.

She should respect his choice.

"I……"

Celia opened her mouth, wanting to keep him but didn't know what to say.

In the end, all the attempts to retain and the unwillingness turned into a whimper.

She loosened her fingers little by little.

She didn't say another word, just stared at Lord blankly.

Lord looked at her loosened hand, looked at her silent appearance, and slowly stood up.

"Take care...my elf lady." He said the last sentence as if he had used up all his strength.

Then he turned around and walked towards the door of the cabin, step by step.

Celie stood there, watching the man's back disappear from her sight. She felt all the warmth in her body fade away in an instant, leaving only endless coldness.

She could no longer hold on and slowly slid down to the floor, burying her face deeply in her hands. Her suppressed sobs finally rang out.

However, at this moment.

The door was pushed open again.

The figure who was supposed to leave was standing in front of him.

"Ahem," Lord cleared his throat. "Um, Lady Celia, I seem to have forgotten to tell you that I seem to have found a way to prolong my life."

He continued with a smile, "It's a permanent one. It looks like I can always be with you. Do you want us to discuss it in detail?"

The air was deathly still.

Celie's crying stopped abruptly.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes changing from confusion to shock, then to disbelief, and finally, a raging rage that was enough to burn everything, mixed with huge shame and anger, erupted!

"LORD!!!!!!"

A roar filled with strong magical fluctuations, accompanied by a light gun as thick as a thigh, was thrown fiercely at the bastard who was smiling brightly at the door!

"You are a despicable! Shameless! Bastard who deserves to be cut into pieces!!!"

Miss Elf completely went berserk.

(End of this chapter)