Heavy, so heavy, so painful…
Why was the world blood red?
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Right, I was in the war between the north and south.
I'm a general of the Northern Shang Dynasty, I ... He couldn't die!
Hua Que's thoughts were cut off. He regained some consciousness from the unconscious darkness and immediately tried to open his eyes.
He comforted himself that he had awakened a water-type bloodline that was inclined towards recovery.
However, his blood was almost drained, so how could his bloodline power still be useful?
He used all his strength, and his blood-stained eyebrows kept twitching, but he still couldn't open them. He couldn't take a look at this final world.
His injuries could no longer recover.
He was really dying.
The memories of his life revolved in his mind like a lantern.
In the end, this memory stopped and fell on the little girl who welcomed him home happily. The little girl was his daughter.
