
Swift Wind Sword
by Share Food
About This Novel
The sky in spring is blue, and under the warm sunshine, many flowers and plants have grown tender green buds. Under the crisp leaves, there is a person standing. He seems to have become one with the spring scenery of the field, because he is so quiet. A kind of indifference and fatigue that has penetrated into the bone marrow, but it also carries a kind of loneliness that longs to seek a confidant. He is tired, maybe just because he has killed too many people, and he kills just because he has no choice. Although he killed countless people, he was not cold-blooded. Maybe he was still shouting in his heart: I never thought about killing people, I just wanted to save people, because killing a bad person is saving countless good people.
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