One second, Mo Xuanhe died in front of the turtle grandson's grave in a shameless manner. The next second, he discovered a particularly damning fact: he had traveled through time.
Huh? Is there someone in front?
I haven't seen my grandson for eight years. How come you keep growing back? Are ghosts growing in reverse?
Also, are you wearing it too?
Wedge
Mo Xuanhe always knew that he was afraid of pain. After all, bastards were afraid of pain. But when he was in front of the turtle grandson's grave and felt the blood tank slowly emptying, it didn't really hurt. He was going to die soon, and he just felt comfortable.
Mo Xuanhe's biggest hobby in his life was to confront this turtle grandson. He wanted him to live a good life, but he just wanted to die in front of him. You think you are nothing! Who cares about you saving me?
The man's face stained with blood eight years ago suddenly flashed in his blurred mind. He was obviously about to die but was still smiling and saying to him: "Live well. Mo Xuanhe, don't let me die without peace." He was always smiling like this, obviously it hurt, it must be very painful. He had lost so much blood and it hurt just to look at it, but he was still smiling, as if he would not be unhappy in front of him. Damn you don't know what annoys me the most about you.
Mo Xuanhe was a little bit embarrassed, I will die in front of your grave now, I just want to make you have no peace, I will make you a turtle grandson no peace in the next life, and the next life after that.
Then he died.
Eight years ago, a man was hit and killed by a car while trying to save another man. Eight years later, one man finally got tired of living and died in front of another man's grave.