Wujiang

Along the Wujiang River, thousands of arrows rained down. The moment when the Overlord's horizontal sword slashed at his throat—— Purple thunder falls from the sky, tearing space and time apart. When I open my eyes again, two thousand years have passed. He became a gangster in the modern city who didn't even have an ID card. In history books, he is a willful loser. On the screen, tens of millions of people were arguing about "why he refused to cross the Yangtze River". In the museum, his sword is a piece of rusty iron. He tore up the history books and started moving bricks at the construction site. "In this life, no one can accept my fate for me." Zi Lei resurrected, and he returned to Wujiang with two thousand years of consciousness. The chief of the pavilion was still trying to persuade him, and the pursuers were still approaching. He pressed the sword and said the word that he had never spoken in the previous life: "Okay." ——Jiangdong, your king, is back.