When Reality Starts to Fail

When the remaining body was torn and eaten by thousands of "human tricks", when the "Time and Space Bank" coldly took away the last ray of life, Xu Qingping's white hair was like frost, floating in the bloody wind of endless ghosts. The moment his consciousness sank, what flashed before his eyes was not the horror of death, but that New Year - the sky full of fireworks as brilliant as day, reflecting the girl's angelic and pure smile. That smile was the beginning of his endless hell. He was extremely convinced. "Hidden in the arsenal, it can quell the troops of the world." An ancient saying once said, The corners of Xu Qingping's blood-stained lips curved into a sarcastic arc. No! This body is like firewood, this life has already been pledged! This sword should be unsheathed! Wherever the sword points, the realm of treachery is overturned, and the world is in ruins! Where my white hair is flying, I just ask for peace in this world!