With such an injury, if it was an ordinary person, his soul would have already returned to the Nine Heavens.

And Han Lao, relying on the warrior's strong physical body and tenacious vitality, barely managed to stay awake.

However, he had no energy left and could no longer resist.

He gritted his teeth, moved his body full of pain, and finally half-lyed against the big tree behind him.

The physical weakness has made his eyes darken in bursts.

However, he still kept his eyes open, looking at the end of the Milky Way and the distant end of the world.

It seems that Su Wu, who was shepherding the sheep back then, was waiting for him, the teacher of the king!

boom boom boom~

The footsteps are getting closer.

Facing the imminent death, Mr. Han has no fear in his heart.

Only regret!

Yes, his heart was full of regrets.

He sneaked into the Chu family for ten years.

Every day, every day, I am waiting for the arrival of that boy.

Like a person walking in the dark, waiting to see the light again.

Thousands of days of drinking ice, ten years of war.

He really, waited too long, too long.

Finally, that boy is coming, already on his way.

However, he was about to die.

Falling down at the last moment before dawn.

After all, he did not wait, his master of the king.

.....

"Ten years of Feng's life and death, the two are boundless.""

"Unthinking is unforgettable."

"In a lonely grave thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation."

"Even if we meet, we should not know each other."

"The face is dusty, the temples are like frost..."

Under the withered vines, beside the old trees.

The shining sun is like blood, and the old man is dying.

He looked at the sky and the earth, and slowly chanted Su Dongpo's poem. JrNovels.com