"It seems..." Hao Lian suddenly laughed: "You know, for some races, their lifespan is already very long, and this ancestor is proficient in medicine stones. It is said that they have made a potion, which can increase the lifespan of people... By the way, the mermaids are said to have taken such potion and become their current lifespan! Otherwise, their lifespan is similar to ours, and they are only three hundred years old..."

Potion?!

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank: "I have also heard about this potion... It seems that it was brought by the ancestors of the mermaids..."

"Actually, we all think that potions are very precious... After all, something that can extend a person's life span and allow people to live longer is naturally precious! But as far as I know... In the era of the ancestors of the ancestors, such medicine was not uncommon... Otherwise, they would not have even been able to get the identity of the ancestors of the mermaids..."

If you think about it carefully, this kind of thing is easy to understand.

No matter what identity the ancestor of the mermaids had at that time, he would always hope to use him for two more years.

After all, people are the same as things. Once they are easy to use, they will not easily change to another one.

Therefore, it is reasonable for the owner to give his confidants some potions to extend his life so that they can serve him more.

"At the beginning, people were happy because of the extended lifespan of potions... because they could live longer and enjoy more life and beauty, but what about the facts?"

Hao Lianqing blinked mysteriously at Ling Luoyu.

"Mr. Ling, no matter what, when it is small, it is precious. Once there are too many, it will be worthless... It's so rare! Things are like this, and people are like this..."

"...With more people, I'm afraid there will be fewer corresponding things?" Ling Luoyu thought to himself: "Don't talk more about the corresponding resource supply!"

She had seen that dungeon.

Although it is very large, if you are a city, such a range can be called congestion.

Even if the dungeon she saw was incomplete and was just the tip of the iceberg, the city had its edges and capacity after all.

When there are too many people or things piled up inside, people will appear to be very worthless.

There was a look of surprise in Hao Lian's eyes: "Mr. Ling, to be honest, I admire you a little from the bottom of my heart... How do you know?"

The shortage of resource supply is the fuse of the whole thing.

"The ancestors of the dungeon are getting longer and longer, and they are becoming more and more difficult to die, but... correspondingly, there are more and more new lives!"

Every world, life, death, yin and yang are the corresponding balances.

Only balance can maintain a world.

No matter which side, if one side pours out, the world will fall into chaos.

"When more and more children are born, and the elderly do not die, the conflict intensifies..."

A strange color suddenly flashed in Hao Lian's eyes, as if he was about to say something, but in the end he changed the subject.

"When there are more and more elderly people in a family, and everyone has to eat and drink... you will understand how heavy the burden on your shoulders is!"

Hao Lian's fingertips hit his palms, and his eyes wandered on Ling Luoyu's body.

"Mr. Ling, you probably haven't gotten married yet, right?"
Chapter completed!