C244 I Won't be Stingy

The white-haired old man finally relaxed when he felt the unique rust smell of human blood in his mouth.

"Master, I'm already sixty-eight years old this year, but I still want to live. I don't know what I need to do to give me this chance."

After pondering for a few seconds, he finally said these words.

One had to admit that this bastard was indeed a sensible person.

At this moment