Nowadays, the old man of cold wind has white hair and withered face, which gives people a kind of haggard feeling. He is going to die soon, as if he is near the end of the oil lamp.

"how can it be like this, cold old, you..." Yi Yu is almost speechless in shock.

"let's talk first. You can go to Zhulou to find me later." Mr. kuzhu smiled gradually, shook his head and sighed. Princess Yongle had pushed the wheelchair to retreat quietly.

"seven young masters, sit down first." Cold wind was also very happy. Although he heard a lot about Yi Yu, he was surprised to see him...