Opening up a New Life on My Own, I Guard the World with My Broken Sword

Jiang Hu has been dead for ten years. They want me to forget. But my sword remembers blood, and my apprentice carries old debts, The woman I hated for ten years left a light in the abyss. She said: "Shen Wu Jiu, either we die together with the truth, Or - you pass on the fire. " … I chose to ignite myself for the third time. This time, what is burned is forgetfulness It turns out that some things never cool down, Just waiting for a gust of wind to come—— It will start a prairie fire.