Lin Wan'er chuckled, folded her hands on one side of her waist, bowed slightly to Ye Chen, and said respectfully: "Master, you don't have to call me 'you', just call me Wan'er."
"No..." Ye Chen said very seriously: "You are almost four hundred years old... It's not an exaggeration for me to call you ancestor..."
Lin Wan'er smiled and said seriously: "From the Nu family's point of view, the Nu family is just a girl who has not grown up, not an immortal old witch. Although the Nu family has indeed lived for nearly four hundred years, the Nu family is still seventeen years old.
....."
"Uh..." Ye Chen suddenly fell into embarrassment. Two voices in his heart were quarreling fiercely.
A voice said: "She is right. Although she has lived for nearly four hundred years, she has always been a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old..."
Another voice said: "But she is almost 400 years old after all! What is the concept of 400 years old! You, Master Ye Chen, are not even thirty this year!"
Ye Chen was afraid that this kind of entanglement would cause trouble, so he quickly shook his head to throw away all these thoughts, and then asked Lin Wan'er: "You..."
As soon as the word "you" came out of his mouth, he could clearly see a hint of sadness flashing between Lin Wan'er's beautiful eyebrows, so he quickly changed his words: "No, I want to say you..."
Lin Wan'er's trace of depression disappeared immediately, she smiled sweetly, and asked shyly: "What do you want to say, Master? I'm here to listen."
Ye Chen asked in surprise: "How can you be so young after living for four hundred years?! You even...you don't even look like you are eighteen years old...even if you have been
Taking rejuvenation pills won't make you look young again, right?"
Lin Wan'er quickly explained: "Young master has misunderstood. The slave family is not rejuvenated. The slave family is just that since the age of seventeen, the appearance and body have been what they are now. They have not aged for more than three hundred years."
Ye Chen was even more shocked. He blurted out and asked: "This...how is this possible...You are not proficient in spiritual energy. Even if you are proficient in spiritual energy, you will not be able to keep your appearance forever..."
..."
Lin Wan'er replied: "Since you are proficient in spiritual practice, I wonder if you have ever heard of the Eternal Green Pill?"
Ye Chen shook his head: "I've never heard of it... What is the effect of this elixir?"
Lin Wan'er said seriously: "After taking the Eternal Green Pill, one can live up to five hundred years, and within five hundred years, one's appearance will remain forever. The slave family only took it and is alive today."
Ye Chen's eyes widened: "Is there really such a magical elixir?!"
"Of course." Lin Wan'er said, looking at the memorial tablet of my father who was visiting the table not far away, and said seriously: "The slave family swears in front of the deceased father's memorial tablet that there will be no concealment or deception in every word spoken by the slave family and the young master today.
"My previous concealment was indeed out of necessity, and I hope you will forgive me."
Ye Chen followed her line of sight and saw eight big characters written on the memorial tablet: The memorial tablet of his late father Lin Zhulu.
At this time, Ye Chen no longer had any doubts about Lin Wan'er's words. He suppressed the horror in his heart and asked, "Did your father give you the Evergreen Pill you took?"
Lin Wan'er turned around again and took a look at her father's spiritual tablet, and said, "Yes, the Eternal Green Pill was given to the slave family by my father before he died."
Ye Chen was even more surprised: "Since your father has the Eternal Life Pill, why didn't he take it himself before he died? If he took it, wouldn't he need to die?"
After saying that, Ye Chen added: "Oh, by the way, please try to use 'I' to refer to yourself. I am always from the slave family. As a modern person who was born under the red flag, I am really not used to it."
"Okay, I will try my best..." Lin Wan'er nodded slightly and said with a sad face: "Going back to the question you just asked, more than three hundred years ago, when I was seventeen years old, I was still in southern Yunnan.
When I was practicing embroidery in my boudoir, my father, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly appeared in front of me. In fact, he was just like the young master today, seriously injured..."