When he left Huanlong Island in summer, Zhuge Honglou still looked like a young and middle-aged man. He was dressed in red and had black hair shawls, and looked gorgeous and charming.

However, in just half a month, Zhuge Honglou seemed to be in a flash and a hundred years.

His black hair had already turned snow-white, and his skin was covered with wrinkles. In such a short time, Zhuge Honglou had grown aged a lot.

Now he looks like a centenarian in his twilight years.

In fact, Zhuge Honglou is also a demigod over a hundred years old. When Wei Sandao and Yidao suppressed the gods in China, he was famous all over the world. In the following decades, Zhuge Honglou looked like he was not old at all.

It is said that demigods can live forever but cannot live for age, but Zhuge Honglou uses special means to keep himself young.

Now, due to special reasons, Zhuge Honglou has a long old face again, as if he will die of exhaustion at any time.

After completely repairing the Dragon Strict Formation, Zhuge Honglou let out a long breath of turbid air.

Zhao Jinglun over there was naturally nervous when he saw his master becoming like this.

"Master, are you... okay?" Zhao Jinglun asked worriedly.

Zhuge Honglou waved his hand and said, "I changed my destiny against the will of heaven and changed my destiny and maintained a hundred years of appearance. I shouldn't have left the Honglou. But now because the Five Books are in the world, I'm leaving Honglou for too long, so I'm afraid the deadline is coming."

Hearing this, Zhao Jinglun's brow immediately frowned into the word "Sichuan", and his heart was extremely nervous.

Zhuge Honglou smiled and said, "Boy, but don't worry, I can't die before the matter is finished. If Honglou has three swords to help me, I won't die so soon."

"You go and clean up immediately, and then follow me back to the Red Chamber. I'm going to have a final training camp for you."

Zhao Jinglun was stunned.

A moment later, a helicopter flew from the Yangtze River and was located on a long-abandoned apron on Huanlong Island.

Zhuge Honglou and Zhao Jinglun boarded the helicopter one after another and flew towards the Qingshi Airport.

At Qingshi Airport, a private plane had already been ready for takeoff. After Zhuge Honglou and Zhao Jinglun got on the plane, they flew to the direction of the Huaxia Empire as soon as possible.

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At this time, the imperial capital of the Huaxia was on the continuous mountain.

It is spring and flowers blooming outside, but there is still snow on the peaks of this mountain. The lonely Red Mansion and the villa on the opposite mountain that is like spring all year round are formed in a sharp contrast.

On the Red Mansion, in an attic, seven ancient lamps were arranged in a special shape. There was no lamp oil in the lamp, but it was a bright and undecisive open flame.

A cold wind blew outside the window, and the seven ancient lamps were blown out in an instant, and the remaining three became weaker.

"not good."

A nervous sigh came from the villa in the opposite mountain. An old man in black and hunched figure was holding a kettle in his hand. Feeling the chill around him, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the Red Building.

This person is Wei Sandao, the number one demigod in China in the past. Although he was talking to Zhuge Honglou before, he sounded like a bell, as if he was in his prime, in fact, Wei Sandao has long been old.

"The seven-star lamps are gone, and the remaining three are almost gone. Why haven't Zhuge's idiot come back yet?"
Chapter completed!