Three Hundred Years of Widowhood

Li Ning was heartbroken. Three hundred years ago, the monster guarding the five states broke the seal, and all life was in ruins. She sacrificed her body to protect the peace of the five states, but she also ended up dead. But she was alive again. His former companions have become well-known heads and heads of families in the five states, and the little demon he saved when he was young is in charge of the southern Xinjiang monster clan... Seeing her return, bitter and unspeakable expressions appeared on the faces of these important figures who could shake the five states with a single cough. She can understand, after all, resurrection from the dead is too rare... Wait, something seems wrong. How could the Lord Sword Master, who had fought alongside her and was now only one step away from becoming an immortal, be so overcome with emotion that he seemed to want to fuse his flesh and blood into her body and never separate again. Lord Sword Master asked her with a deep voice and trembling thin lips. "You want to die like you did three hundred years ago, don't you?" "Okay," he said, "If you want to die, then I will die with you." "When we get to the Netherworld Division, we will never be separated again, and we will be a Taoist couple forever." His five fingers squeezed into her palm forcefully. "Don't ever think of leaving me alone again." Li Ningxin couldn't help but swallow as she thought of the enthusiastic and cheerful young man from before. What went wrong? In the past three hundred years, has he been a little... Crazy?