He won't live past forty. She only has ten years left.
Gu Changfeng, nineteen years old, with scars all over his body, fought out of the "Twenty-Four Styles of Changfeng" from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood. Three hundred heavily armored soldiers were picked off one by one.
Everyone said he was the young god of war. Only he knew that this body would not last for a few years.
Until the childhood sweetheart who was sent to Kunlun Ruins ten years ago came back.
With white hair and red eyes, he refines ghost weapons and summons the souls of the dead. One person can defeat ten thousand armies.
The price is--at the ten-year deadline, his soul will be gone.
She smiled and put the wooden gun into his hand: "Brother Changfeng, I only have ten years, will it be enough for you to bring peace to the world?"
He didn't speak, just held her hand tightly.
The world can fight again, but you only have one.
Beautiful, very beautiful