After losing tens of thousands of years of cultivation, Nangong Luoyan finally turned into a senile old man, but his eyes looking at the picture of beauty were still full of affection.
He touched the beauty in the painting with trembling hands, and placed his hand on the lips of the woman in the painting,
Suddenly, the woman in the painting seemed to come alive, with a touch of bright red at the corner of her mouth that looked particularly enchanting.
Nangong Luoyan smiled with satisfaction; "It looks like it, it looks like it, exactly like this."