"Ah...I'm already 70 years old~" Lusimar said with emotion, "My mother...what can I compare with the eternal lady?

No matter how well-maintained your appearance is, it cannot be compared to eternal youth!

Besides, we are all grandparents, so why should we compare our beauty with a little girl... Really, even if Lucila has a little problem, there is no need to belittle her like this!"

The undead girls looked at each other in surprise... This guy is so cruel!

Although he was smart enough to read the undead's words and read some clues in Ruth's somewhat outrageous reaction, such smart people have not been uncommon among the undead for so many years.

But to be able to say this directly and decisively... is so admirable.

This is really a good and filial son, and he immediately puts his mother's image on the level of an old woman.

Regardless of whether the mages listening understood it or not, the live broadcast sent by their undead tribe to the world has spread this sentence all over the world.

That lady...if the priesthood of love and beauty really rested on her, she would probably be vomiting blood at this moment!

Regardless of whether she loves it or not, beauty... the beauty of aging gracefully, I guess she wouldn't be willing to bear it, right?

Think about the scheming goddesses of love and beauty in Toril, all fighting for an eternal gold pool that ensures that their appearance will never change and their beauty will be enhanced, at least on the surface, they will be harmonious and reunited!

Not to mention one that's still on the road.

Hill, who had watched the entire scene, laughed out loud.

Although Gaia may have failed in her attempt to inherit the tradition of patricide in the Greek pantheon, she can definitely switch to repaying her mother with a knife!
Chapter completed!