From then on, he was very suspicious that the heroes in the story sometimes went to the border, and those soldiers who risked their lives were forced not of their own free will.
After all, no one is afraid of death.
This suspicion has gone backwards all his life.
A few months ago, his skill deteriorated to the point where he could get up early and breathe in the morning sun, and he was possessed and died of a thick blood rushing to his brain.
Such a ridiculous way to die?
On my deathbed, the poet was filled with sorrow and a little relief, but he was still unwilling.
I just can’t be a hero, but looking back on my life, I have never done anything that can be called a real hero.
If this life is a story, then he must be the most inconspicuous one in the corner. bit part is a clown who makes people laugh and is quickly forgotten.
He died with this idea in his arms.
And then … he came back to life.
"Even after a life and death, I am still afraid of death."
God-footed writers have a white understanding of themselves. "Sure enough, I am far worse than any border soldier and I am doomed to be a real hero."
"But! If this level is not really old, can’t you do a few things that the swordsman should do? "
He spent almost all his skills for a moment to suppress the Johnson in the secluded building for a short time, but soon his skills ran out. Will he return to his vitality or not? Seeing that Johnson in the secluded building has to get up again and catch the dagger with his own hands and cull it.
A swordsman who practices sword control will determine the end of this war when he becomes forced to hold a sword.
Johnson in the secluded building was badly beaten, but his body injury was not serious. When he saw God’s foot, the ink man came at him with a sword and laughed extremely, so he would swing a skull and smash him to pieces.
Is this old monster just a hand suddenly feel whole body a cool capability.
The two short swords were like bamboo, one piercing his heart and the other piercing his head.
The old monster’s pupil dilated and reflected the same unexpected expression of the poet, and then his body shattered.
Hundreds of miles away in the sky, a red-violet cross mark flew around with residual thoughts
These thoughts echoed with the last thought of the mysterious building Johnson.
"So what if you kill me once? I can still live …"
"You can’t live."
Fang Yunhan put this mark into his palm.
More than two thousand similar marks have been compressed in the palm of his hand.
In the process of going to Tiandu Mountain, Chinese Yunhan explored all the rebirth marks in his own induction range by the way.
The source of this mark is two extremes. If the strong are combined, it is those who are right or those who are neighbors of Gu Township. Yunhan really can’t ensure that these people are mentally damaged and peel off the mark.
For the time being, those people can leave a warning sign. If the weather is reborn, it will help them to be reborn. If one day the mark changes, the weather will touch Fang Yunhan’s induction.
But people like you Lou Johnson Fang Yunhan don’t have so much scruples when they start.
He is now the realm of strength to erase the mark of more than two thousand, that is, a few minutes.
Fang Yunhan also found some mistakes in his previous speculation by exploring these marks.
He was injured in Yuanhe, so his promotion head was hit hard by Yuanhe and the wind blew him off. But now it seems that there is still a big difference between Dao injury and ordinary injury.
It’s just an ordinary injury that the wind blows away. Even if Yuanhe keeps pestering and killing, it won’t affect his rapid recovery and continuous rise.
The cross mark, not the red lotus, is now dominant in that mark.
"I’ve lost Yuanhe, and what exactly do you want to do?"
Fang Yunhan looked back at the vast barren hills and waters outside the boundary of China.
At present, there are some enemies in the world besides his old rivals, and he must not sit idly by and watch evil enemies.
What kind of person will the contemporary governor of heaven be who will kill and rob or become a comrade-in-arms
He swung down a little, and the weather continued to advance to Tiandu Mountain.
……
Half a day later, several factions near the site of Hongluo Accord have gathered together, and everyone is impressed by God’s foot and ink man.
The old swordsman didn’t know what more things he had, and he didn’t notice how many times he was the one who stood up and kowtowed.
His mind was elsewhere until he heard that the owner of the nearby scarlet door invited him to be a guest.
"I won’t go."
God-footed writers caressed the short swords and looked at those who changed their faces to flatter others, but they didn’t look down upon them.
If there is no mark of rebirth, he is no different from these people, even worse.
But now, after all, we have to go our separate ways.
"You guys, since the monster in the secluded building can reappear once, it is very likely that there will be a second time and a third time. You’d better move to one place and take care of each other."
The old swordsman smiled and waved when those people looked at him with different faces.
"You are all heads of families, and these things are still up to you to discuss how to come to me as an outsider. Besides, I am ready to leave."
"I’m going to Tiandu Mountain … let’s go directly to the border. I’ve been to the border in those days."
Before he left, his mood hardly fuels a way
"I hope we will meet again soon!"