original intention

Jiangnan in the dream, in the middle of winter.

The tattered single clothes on his body could not warm his hungry and cold body anyway, Nan Jin raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty to look at the snow flakes flying all over the sky.

It's been more than three years, and I've been staying here for more than three years, but the original obsession is like the cinnabar tattooed on my heart, and it has penetrated more and more into the deepest part.

The snow that fell on his face was extremely pale and cold.

Maybe... I really can't wait anymore.

Nan Jin closed his eyes, as if he didn't even have the strength to open them. The whistling wind and snow easily penetrated his thin and miserable body like a ghost, and the chill went straight to his limbs. Who would have thought that the beggar nesting in the corner of the gray wall What about the Palace Master of the Demon Sect who once ruled the martial arts world?

The world gradually fell into a blur, and there seemed to be the sound of very soft footsteps gradually approaching in my ears...