Zhao Wujiang came to this world for only one year.

Maybe it was three hundred and sixty-five days and nights, maybe it was nearly four hundred days and nights.

He couldn't remember clearly. Maybe the streams were growing and converging into rivers, and his soul consciousness was also being thinned.

He used to stay in Kyoto all the time, wanting to be a happy and fateful fake eunuch, having fun and appreciating beauties.

When he entered the official career, he wanted to be a moderate official. Not only did he have to work hard for the people, but he also wanted to be worthy of his official title and conscience.

Why not a high official?

Senior officials are too tired, worried about everything, and may even get caught up in party disputes, with life and death hanging on their belts.

He has a conscience, but not much.

He sometimes has evil thoughts, but not many.

He is kind, somewhat so.

He values ​​love and justice, and that's true.

He is righteous, not to mention just a little bit righteous.

He is astute and perceptive as he is, quite average.

He has an outstanding appearance and is just ordinary.

He has great talents, and the world gave them to him.

He has an interesting soul, but sometimes he is boring.

In fact, he is just an ordinary person.

Where in the world can there be so many amazingly talented and beautiful people?

Ordinary, but with some special abilities, they are extraordinary.

He also read a lot of books.

It seems that the book has been read on the dog.

read more, walk more.

He read more than a hundred books and traveled thousands of miles.

There are some detours and some repetitive roads.

Now, he is like a rolling river, flowing through this world and flowing through every corner of the world.

It turns out that the world is not that big.

It turns out that there really is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.

It turns out that he is not broad-minded, but rather petty-minded, either jealous of evil or seeking revenge.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The river kept churning and created countless waves.

The heavy rain is still pouring down, I don’t know how long it has been raining.

The water covers thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Finally, the heavy rains and floods that flooded the entire world began to surge into the sky.

The turbid water stood up and condensed into a giant figure holding up the sky.

This sky-holding giant looked up to the sky and roared, and arcs of lightning flashed in the sky.

The giant rounded the arm of turbid water formed by rivers, lakes and seas, and threw it towards the sky.

A purple-red demon pill about one inch in size rushed away in the pouring rain.

The moment the demon pill touched the sky, it shattered into purple-red powder that filled the sky, with a hint of grass-green color.

Falling into the sky one after another.

The rain stopped.

To be precise, the world stopped.

The big raindrops, like clear jade beads, solidified between the sky and the earth.

The howling wind is no longer.

The turbid giant formed by the gathering of rivers, lakes and seas still maintains its vigorous throwing movements, straddling the world.

The surviving aquatic creatures also stopped swimming.

Bodies and broken trees floating on the floodwater no longer drift with the current.

Langhua left Shuilan House and kept leaping high.

The world froze at this moment.

It was frozen in the moment when the demon pill collapsed and Zhao Wujiang's soul left this secret world.

The soul flew across the sky, but fell instantly into boundless darkness.

There was no sound, no light.

Until, this day.

He opened his eyes.

The world is still raining heavily.

Raindrops pattered outside the hall, hitting the banana leaves and the thatched hut not far away, as well as the hazy green mountains and the curling smoke of cooking stoves in the distance.

The rain soaked his cheeks, and it was bitingly cold but also a bit hot.

This hotness comes from my own body.

Suddenly, his body staggered and he was violently pulled backwards. He heard a human voice, the crackling sound of firewood, and the warm light of fire coming from behind him.
Chapter completed!