At the moment when Changbanpo was pierced by thousands of arrows, Zhao Yun opened his eyes again and became a modern tramp with the same name.
>When he was beaten by gangsters when his memory was confused, he instinctively broke the wrists of three people and blurted out: "Changshan Zhao Zilong is here!"
>In the police station, the old detective stared at the gunpowder residue in his fingernails: "The fighting skills you used are the killing skills of the top-secret force."
>A wanted notice suddenly popped up on the computer - the photo was actually his modern face, and the crime was: betraying his comrades three years ago and leading to the annihilation of the entire army.
>Memory fragments exploded: Jungle gunfire overlapped with the arrow rain on Changban slope, and the cold arrows shot from behind gradually overlapped with the muzzles of teammates...
>He tore his hospital gown to reveal bullet marks all over his body and disappeared on the top floor of the hospital.
>Outside the military base, the sentry shouted: "Stop! Number!"
>Zhao Yun's figure is like a spear: "Ye Xiao, Zhao Lingyun!"
>The sentry turned pale: "It's impossible... Ye Xiao died three years ago!"
