A Little or a Billion?

Wang Ye looked at Lu Wu as if he were looking at a true hero.

His gaze was full of admiration.

For fuck's sake.

You kicked Lu Qing and were still alive and well, all the way to this day.

And Lu Qing had pretended to be Liang Zhi Shui right under your nose for so many days. You had even worked together several times.

Yet he never came after you.

You were the real Child of Destiny.

However, Wang Ye seemed to think of something and suddenly realized, "That's not right. In that illusion, weren't you still just a teenager?"

"That all-out assault happened nearly a hundred years ago, didn't it?"

Wang Ye's expression grew increasingly strange.

Lu Wu lowered his head somewhat bashfully, looking especially embarrassed. "Actually... actually, I'm a little older than A Yao."

"But since we were madly in love, I always felt... felt that I needed to take care of my appearance."

"So I dressed a tiny bit younger."

A tiny bit?

More like a billion bits.

This guy was another old fart desperately pretending to be young.

That high-spirited, reckless youth he had seen in the illusion had all been fake?

Just imagine an old thing who had to be around a hundred, dressing himself up like a teenager, patrolling around with a teenager's arrogance and fiery spirit.

In an instant—

Lu Wu's image in his heart collapsed.

And this guy's cosmetic skills were really that good?

Although cultivation was indeed excellent for maintaining one's youth, people would still subconsciously adjust their apparent age according to their state of mind.

Lu Wu alone—

He had completely cast off the burden in his heart and started letting himself go.

Otherwise, he probably would never have mentioned such a secret in his entire life, perhaps not