Rong Han could only quietly feel the pain when the wild dogs tore him apart, could only quietly listen to the sound of the wild dogs chewing his own flesh and blood, and swallowed it. Finally, he could only quietly close his eyes...
Yes, Lu Jing was favored by time. In this life, he has lived eleven times. He died each time in the thirty-first year of the Republic of China. In the twenty-first year of the Republic of China, he woke up when he was fourteen years old...
That's all, that's all, it's me who sleeps with you when you die... And I'm filled with joy.
How sad it must be for a wanderer chosen by time...
Bu Fengyuan knew that this idea was selfish, but his Rong Han had suffered too many injuries. For him and for the country...
Intention: I want to try multi-perspective writing