Shen Yunshang clearly remembered that she died in a cloud of fireworks that exploded at sea. On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, under a bright moon, a swordsman in white clothes and a red belt led people into the Golden Yuan Alliance in the dark of the rain. Both sides suffered heavy casualties.
When she opened her eyes again, she looked at the flag floating on the sea with the totem of the Golden Yuan Alliance. The wind of the twelfth lunar month blew past her ears, and the clouds above her head rolled with a thunder. A clear voice sounded from behind her, "Defender, some men on guard saw the smoke, and there was a crowd approaching from several miles away. The saint ordered the entire alliance to get ready, and asked the twelve guardians to lead..."
Did you get ready to blow up the ship with you? Shen Yunshang raised his eyebrows and looked at his still intact limbs and bones. For someone who had died once, the thought of living was so profound.
She agreed without changing her expression.
She'd better run away.
Intention: Only when you are alive can you output