The old man did not have the aura of an immortal. He was wearing a crimson purple brocade robe that looked very valuable. He was extremely thin, almost skin and bones. His eye sockets were sunken, and his eyeballs bulged outward in a terrifying arc. There were black spots distributed regularly from his temples to his cheeks. In his gray head, the hair in the middle of his head and the two tufts of dragon whiskers hanging on the sides of his cheeks were actually green.
It was the first time that Max saw such advanced aesthetics in this world. His sight was involuntarily attracted to the green head. He always felt that the person standing in front of him was a gorgeous lizard.
Oh, yes, still a coquettish old man.
[lizard?]
Max asked the people around him.
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