Men, since they should have great ambitions and are born in troubled times, they should make a difference.

He thought that this life would definitely be as plain as water, and he would definitely be no different from thousands of people in the world, and his death would be as light as a feather.

Light, like a feather.

The man's whole body was soaked, and he wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were so astringent that he couldn't open them. He endured the pain in his heart and poured all his strength into his arm to support his body, but his back seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds, and no matter how many times he tried, the man would eventually fall to the ground again.

This is hell, the man thought, how long has it been since he has been so powerless?

When I was a child, I saw a wild dog, and in the heavy snow, a wild dog crouched at his door and was weak and gasping, and he was still a child, and he sympathized with this beast, opened the door and let it in, but it did not enter, and he gave it food, and it did not eat.

The next day, the wild dog was buried deep under a snowdrift and died cold, frozen to stone inside and out.

The food still hasn't moved.

It was supposed to die, and men couldn't save it, and now men should die too, and God can't save him.

He deserves to die, he has to go to hell, a man is not a wicked person, but he can't realize his ambitions, such mediocrity is enough to go to hell.

"You, follow me, be my pawn, and I will protect you, so make great things with me, like a real samurai."

The voice echoing in his ears was unfamiliar, and only the throbbing could not be eliminated, and the man was not yet dead.

There was a force that pulled him back from hell.

"Ah!!!!h

Roaring, he got up, grabbed the broken blade deep in the ground at his hand, and the man returned from hell.

His spine was straight, like a vigorous pine tree. The man wiped the blood from his face and looked around. The beautiful courtyard in my memory is now only ruined.

The man returned from hell to hell.