He is a founding father and a remnant of the previous dynasty. In order to save his best friend, he was cursed with immortality and wandered in the cracks of time for hundreds of years.
The wind filled my empty sleeves, like a last word that had not been spoken.
This time, going to the appointment means going to die.
But who says that those who go to death can't become the sharpest bone spur at the dragon's banquet?
Purpose: Willing to wear a tight shirt for old friends