It's not over yet!
If things continue like this, Mahadeva might have to go to Yama City to fetch him.
Perhaps he'll have to wait for the next life!
He hasn't married in this life, persisted until now, a celibate old bachelor for ten thousand years.
"Not this kind of thing!"
You Lin's voice was sorrowful.
Witnessing this scene, Indra took a deep breath, gazed at the pitiable You Lin, and said: "Don't you collapse, I'll take you to the Heavenly Realm, you shall drink a sip of Amrita!"
Indra's voice reached You Lin's ears.
In an instant, You Lin straightened his spine abruptly, as if the Fire of the End of the World ignited in his eyes, excitement unceasing.
"Heavenly Emperor!"
"Thousand-Eyed, merciful Vajra Holder!"
"Just you wait, when the time comes I'll hold a ritual for you, I'll build the most magnificent Divine Temple for you! I! I! I..."
You Lin's voice was excited, panting continuously, as if the breath of life was about to leave him.
"!!!"
Indra's eyes narrowed.