Someone asked with a smile what kind of person Zhao Qing was.
The bastard in red, abandoning his sword to repair it, rebellious and arrogant...
These are not him, these are him.
Some people live freely and freely, some people die violently, some people are miserable, and some people are content with the present.
But Zhao Qing chose a white sword and a pot of turbid wine to travel around the world.
[Please pay attention to your NPC identity, everything about you will be mediocre!
[You will have no close friends and relatives, and you are destined to walk this path alone!
Watching the proud man of heaven explode his soul, watching the immortal king and demon lord die.
When the myth comes to an end, the hero dies, and all the great things turn into dust...
He was the only one still sitting under the old tree.
A time traveler bound by the system as an NPC cannot intervene in the plot, cannot have a name, and can only serve as a backdrop to witness the rise and fall of the Son of Destiny.
Over the long years, he used the most arrogant attitude to become the only mourner when all heroes came to an end.
Irresponsible theater
But no one knows that this mourner, who looks like an NPC, actually knows the dark history of all geniuses.
Zhao Qing (gloating confidently): I'm just passing by. You can continue fighting and don't worry about me.
(Silently taking out the photo stone to record)
Intention: Love and hate must be expressed