C1122 The Same Way of Dying.

“But…”

Hee Shiming frowned and said, “Why are you here? Are you the same person from two hundred years ago?”

“No.”

The old Lee Hongwei shook his head and smiled bitterly. He said, “I’m not a transmigrator! Even if two hundred years have passed, we still haven’t reached the point where we can transmigrate time. In fact, no one can transmigrate time!”

“Then