C1313 The Play of the Commoner Players

Ten years of drinking ice was still hard to cool one's blood, let alone Lin Zhuo who had just stepped into his twilight years. Furthermore, the decay was only in his body, not his mind and heart! At this time, Lin Zhuo's thoughts were not that he should rest, but that he really wanted to live for another five hundred years. Even if he could not live for five hundred years