He had also read fantasy novels about time travel. The protagonists were all powerful people who turned their hands into clouds and turned into rain. They were accompanied by beautiful women and flowers bloomed, which was not a pleasant feeling.
It was too late for him to be happy when he could leave his old life behind in the new world. He was already very interested in fighting and killing. When he first came here, he was even very happy. He also looked forward to his future life. How could he kill thousands of troops by himself in a bloody storm with heavy snow and bows and swords, and finally walk into the bloody sunset with a flick of his clothes.
But when it was really my turn, the situation was very different.
——Killing! ! Set fire! ! Senior brother, please save me! !
——Okay, can you stop cutting me?