Hai Ziyuan didn't expect Lu Fan to refute her, so she said coldly.
"Ziyuan, is little friend Lu Fan here?"
At this time, an old and weak voice suddenly sounded in the yard.
Hai Ziyuan's expression changed, and she hurriedly replied: "Yes, Gu, the person is already here, right at the door."
ancient?
Lu Fan frowned, thinking hard about the information related to this title.
"Let him in."
The old man's voice sounded weak. He said it in one breath, as if he had no breath to swallow it back.
Hai Ziyuan nodded, pulled Lu Fan and walked into the back room.
Lu Fan finally saw Gu Gu, an old man lying on a bamboo chair.
The ancient body is very tall, even when he is lying there, it gives people a strong sense of oppression. His facial features are very rough, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a thick beard, and silver-white hair hanging on the head of the chair.
It looks like it hasn't been taken care of in many years.
He couldn't move his hands or feet, only his head could move. When his eyes fell on Lu Fan, Lu Fan felt his whole body tremble and almost fell to his knees.
