Ask the Immortal with a Three-Foot Green Edge

What is an immortal if the sword points to you? In the early morning, Han Lin opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the roof made of thatch and yellow mud. His body was covered with a thick layer of dry grass and it was very cold. Pulling off the dick covering his body, Han Lin stood up, came to the fire pit, grabbed a handful of dick, threw it into the fire pit, bang! Bump! Again and again, the sound of two stones colliding sounded. Sparks fell on the dry ground, and Han Lin carefully lay down next to the fire pit. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.