Two Hundred Years After My Death

The white robe was slowly dyed red with blood. Xu Nian knelt down and looked at the broken bamboo spear and the ruined blessed land, feeling the soul in his body slowly disappearing. Blood fell on the corner of his mouth and fell into his hands. "So, death is like this." As his consciousness continued to blur, he seemed to remember the glorious moments here, but he slowly forced himself to wake up. "Xiao Song, my teacher is very happy that I can die in your hands~" Xu Nian's soul suddenly fell into the cold and biting river, and his consciousness slowly disappeared. He tried hard to concentrate his broken spiritual power into the sea of consciousness, and finally Xu Nian's broken body fell in his own courtyard. His soul was constantly being submerged by the river, and he was slowly able to see clearly the memories of his life. The primitive survival instinct continues to struggle alive? Stay alive! Finally, he said, "It's sanctimonious, and you deserve to die." Dissipate slowly