Chapter 1355: Life doubt (63)

This Wang Zeyuan is over a hundred years old, and Long Caiyun is only in his fifties, and he has made a big round.
When Long Caiyun was twenty years old, he was seventy years old.
Is it that he, as an old man, would covet such a young woman?
So, what kind of abnormal prison?
When I think about it, I feel a sudden cold.
Yang Zimei tried to see Wang Zeyuan with his eyes.
However, on his body, there was a layer of breath like the armor.
This layer of breath is exactly the black and white intertwined breath seen on the lotus lake.
That is, the object like the incense burner emits the breath of millions of souls.
Unexpectedly, this breath actually merged into Wang Zeyuan's body.
It seems that everything in the lotus lake is really his evil.
The old villagers dragged Jiang Guangzhen, who passed out.
Yang Zimei was worried that he would cause harm to Jiang Guangzheng, and was about to follow, but saw that Wang Zeyuan's face suddenly changed.
Suddenly his old wrinkled skin, like a crane skin, fell off.
He reached out and touched it, whispering in surprise, "Okay, it's finally time to molt."
molt?
Yang Zimei turned to look at Xuehu aside in doubt.
Xuehu nodded and motioned for her to wait.
Yang Zimei looked at it.
I saw Wang Zeyuan's hand peeling off the skin on his face, and soon, another piece of old skin was torn off by him, just like Long Chaeyue unmasked.
After peeling off the old skin, a pink new skin appeared.
Yang Zimei was frightened.
Does this person actually molt like a snake?
What the is this?
Wang Zeyuan's hand touched the place where the new skin was exposed, and it was full of joy. His fingers kept reaching out to pull the other old skin, and pulled it down piece by piece.
Pulled to the skin under the clothes, he actually unbuttoned the clothes and removed the Tang clothes on his body.
Seeing that his naked body was as thin as wood and old spots spread all over, Yang Zimei was disgusted and didn't want to look at it, but he didn't want to watch a man shed his skin like a snake, so he continued watching.
She found that Xuehu, who had always been calm, had a surprised look on her face.
Wang Zeyuan tore off his skin piece by piece, at last, his whole body became pink and tender, just like a newborn baby.
"Haha, I succeeded, Lao Meng, I succeeded!"
Wang Zeyuan touched his smooth skin and laughed happily.
At this time, the old villager who had dragged Jiang Guangzheng back to the cellar was stunned when he saw the pink Wang Zeyuan and the old skin in front of him, "Master, have you really shed?"
"Yeah, haha, I really succeeded. I became a myth of immortality. In the future, Huaxia's world is mine again. Jiang Guangzheng, you can die."
Wang Zeyuan jumped out of his chair a little smugly and shouted.
"Master, I have to learn molting, too, please ask me."
The old villagers looked at Wang Zeyuan with great envy, and made a whisper, kneeling in front of him.
"Teach you? Haha, that's impossible. You can't learn it. Do you know how many people's souls I've sucked in order to practice this?"
Wang Zeyuan smiled and said, "This is not even Lao Meng, let alone you."
"Master, do n’t ask for molt, but please let me prolong my life and live for a hundred years."
The old villagers changed their appeals.
"A person like you who doesn't have much ambition, even if it makes you live for ten thousand years, what's the point? Only people like me, if you live longer, it will be wonderful.
Wang Zeyuan was proud of his expression, "God will make me wonderful for another hundred years, haha."

【good night】