
About This Novel
When the wind blows, Qingping Mo writes about the world. The small building listens to the spring rain, cooks wine and talks about heroes. If there is an injustice in Iraq, I will lend you Chi Qingfeng. The world is lonely, and I share a dream with you. Whose conspiracy shattered the void, and whose ambition swallowed up the sky. I want this world!
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