Five hundred years!
In the blink of an eye, a few months in the outside world was equivalent to five hundred years in the Silver Moon!
This was the transformation of the sea into mulberry fields!
Li Hao actually did not feel anything about a hundred thousand years old neo martial artist. Perhaps only neo martial artists could feel it. However, when he returned to Silver Moon, the acquaintance he was familiar with hundreds of years ago was a young man ...
In the blink of an eye, Liu Long's son was already a hundred years old.
Wang Ming and the others were more than five hundred years old.
For director Zhao and the others, it was fine if they didn't have a family, but for those who had a family and a career ... Liu Long's son was considered young, while some people's grandsons had already been born.
This was the true blade of time!
The feeling of time and space intersecting with each other made Li Hao a little absent-minded.
Five hundred years!
