Half-old, half-young

Li Tian was a little confused, but he still nodded.

As soon as Li Tian took out the painting from his interspatial ring, the scroll unfurled automatically.

The shriveled and yellow face of the man in the painting had automatically removed the old yellow aura.

At the same time, Ling Xing 'er's face, which had turned into dried bark, gradually regained its watery aura.

His head of white hair was gradually turning black.

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is this?"

The old monk watched with his own eyes as the beautiful woman became old and ugly one moment, and then young and beautiful the next. He suppressed his heart and made a look that he couldn't accept it.

Of course, Li Tian wasn't doing any better. However, the only thing on his mind right now was that he had to keep his most beautiful and mysterious mother in her best state for Cong Cong.