If the sword of Xuanyuan sword has a soul

He opened his eyes.

It's snowing.

Thin snowflakes fell one by one, silently.

He still remembered the feeling when he fell, that feeling was so beautiful, like a bird without feet, and like a slender feather, swaying gently.

But he didn't die.

It's just a different body.

'The day before yesterday was all kinds of things, and yesterday was all kinds of things, but it was just a big dream, and in the end it was clean without any worries.

Since I have inherited everything from him, I will be him from now on. '

Holding his forehead slightly, he got up.

The little boy stood on the snow, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

'However, I don't want to die for this world. '

The author has something to say: I finally couldn't take it anymore, and I stretched out my claws to Xuanyuan Sword~