Once reborn, Xiang Xiuyuan, who had become somewhat famous, returned to the period when he was most depressed.
Looking at the tall man spitting in front of him, Xiang Xiuyuan sneered: "I think I can still dream for a while."
After several big dreams, Xiang Xiuyuan finally recognized the reality.
Oh, he seems to be the unlucky guy who was reborn.
The unlucky guy should have the self-consciousness of the unlucky guy. Xiang Xiuyuan held the sword in one hand and turned his wrist, just like chopping melons and vegetables.
The enemy on the opposite side was shocked: "What medicine did you take!?"
Xiang Xiuyuan shook the blood on his hands and smiled softly:
"A rejuvenating drug."
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Heaven's way is above, but the road is difficult to follow.
Thousands of poems, thousands of cups of wine, two or three stars, or hundreds of thousands of mountains, are all no match for the sword in Xiuyuan's hand.
He wants the way of heaven to work for him, and he wants no more suffering from the way of heaven in this world.
——He wants to do it this day.
Purpose: Cherish life, defend peace, everyone has a responsibility