Kapitel 4357: The Immortal Caresses My Head

"What?"

Hearing that, Jian Wushuang looked at elder woodcutter and was slightly surprised.

The old man was none other than the young boy with red lips and white teeth who had enjoyed his life and asked Jian Wushuang to tell him stories. He wanted to fight with swords in the pugilistic world and become a sword immortal.

He did not expect that after he came out of seclusion, things had changed. The once naughty child had now become a white-haired old man.

The owner of the teahouse, Nian, who still had his charm, had probably turned into a pile of soil.

Jian Wushuang looked at this person again. He no longer had the innocence of a child and was full of lethargy.

Jian Wushuang could not help but feel that the world had changed.

"You, don't you recognize me?"

Jian Wushuang smiled at him and said.

"Ah..."