Hong Shiguang shook his head lightly, with some disdain: "The only person who is immortal is Xue Lingqiao, a selfish and narrow-minded villain. He doesn't want to share it, so I have to take the initiative. The blood you saw in the secret room is actually a hundred years old. I released Xue Lingqiao from his body before, and then he turned into a mummy and lay in a museum, and he lost his memory."

Zhang Xuanxuan suddenly understood: "You rely on that blood to keep you young?"

Hong Shiguang shook his wine glass, without any concealment: "Yes, originally that blood can last me for two hundred years, but I don't know what happened. In recent years, my demand for this kind of blood has become more and more frequent. Once I can't drink it in time , the body will age rapidly.”