The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword.
The Qingmen were covered with dust and mud, and Fo Lan had no chance to see Lao Dan.
Heroes have fallen into the dust of the world, and the bones of old friends have been buried in a foreign land.
The battlefield is littered with lonely graves. Whose son is lucky enough to return?
I have been traveling for three years and three years, but no one recognizes my happy face.
I don't know the moon above the river back then, I only have space and hatred in the world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
