
Northern Song Dynasty Time Travel
by Disturbing One's Dreams And Making It Difficult To Wake Up
About This Novel
I traveled through the fourth year of Qingli in the Northern Song Dynasty, coughing up blood but with gold dust. He was originally a student from a poor family and died of starvation in a ruined temple in the suburbs. Just as the refugees were grabbing my ragged clothes, the cramping and marrow-pulling pain in my body suddenly turned into a warm current. He raised his hand to block the dead branches, but they spontaneously ignited without wind. The hungry people knelt down in fear: "God, have mercy on me!" I looked down at the faint light on my fingertips and finally smiled. In this world of cannibalism, it turns out that there really is an extraordinary way to go.
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