The long knife they slept with still retained a slight warmth, just like the person's unwarm body temperature.
He laughed softly, rubbed the small "zhou" character on the blade, and said: "If you die, I will live on your behalf. Seeing the turmoil in the country and the splendid figures, you can actually fulfill your unfinished wish in your life, go on the road that you have never done in your life, and live through this life of soldiers and horses, half of your life alone."
But he didn't realize that there was another person just a few steps away, looking at him dreamily, drinking poison to quench his thirst, and binding himself in a cocoon.