He holds a jug of wine in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

The wine is an old wine, the sword is a green steel sword, and in the miserable wind and rain, the young man lies down in the sewage pit, grinning, and letting out bursts of smirks.

It's over, it's all over!!

The rain and tears were completely mixed together, and the sharp pain all over my body seemed to be unconscious.

The green steel sword in his right hand hesitated to slash at his neck, but he always stabbed it ruthlessly, and finally discarded it aside.

Useless, really useless, my Wang Tong is really a useless person, useless!!

The young man wailed in the pit, and poured the wine from the pot into his mouth, perhaps it was too much, and choked on his throat, he sat up again, and coughed fiercely, and for a while snot and tears flew together, and he couldn't breathe.

"Since you are in such pain, then I will be a good person and help you relieve your pain!"

A jade-like palm silently poked out from behind his back and was imprinted on the back of his heart.

A flash of lightning swept through the sky, illuminating the world brightly, illuminating the desperate face of the young man, and also shining the stunning face of the person behind him with a disdainful sneer.

Rumble!!!

The thunder sounded, and the young man's eyes gradually drifted, and in the end, he lost all his brilliance.