There is no difference between prosperous times and troubled times for ambitious people...

At least there is no difference for someone like Yun Zhao!

In the prosperous era, he slept and enjoyed all his glory and wealth!

In troubled times, he still has a beautiful and flesh feast!

But the wine in the glass and the banquet in the plate turned into blood and tears, bitterness and sorrow. After drinking it, it turned into a vulture. The standing dead bones flapped their wings and took off, and their wings flapped up ashes, which became a thick cold mist that could not be blown away by the wind.

hero?

Perhaps yes, he was tired of the troubled times and ended the troubled times, not because he was compassion for the sufferings of the world, but because he was missing another kind of happiness!

A hero?

That's right. Those heroes who have risen from the grass have the most say in this, but - they are all dead. Even if they gently tap their wreckage, they can still hear the sound of gold and iron clashing. His soul has flew away, his body has rotted, and only maggots are entangled in the mouth for speaking, and they can no longer judge!

I said - Yun Zhao is an inexplicable person. He satisfies all people's fantasies about heroes and heroes, and also satisfies all the best expectations for their sons, brothers, and husbands.

But - his heart was cold, a piece of cold iron wrapped in flames. Even if the sun exploded, lightning bombarded, volcanoes erupted, and lava flowed, it would not be possible to warm him at all!
Chapter completed!