He walked out of the bloody wind, his fingertips stained with murderous intent. In the last battle, he held a heavy sword in his hand and looked down at all living beings at his feet, facing the bone-eroding flames... And then he was reincarnated into a weak chicken who could not lift his hands and resist.
He abandoned everything for him and waited for a hundred years. When he saw him again, he looked into his shrinking eyes, and his thousands of words turned into just a sigh.
Cough, the copywriter is incompetent...