The Divine Condor: My Jianghu

Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. Looking at the divine sculptures, they are all tragedies. The one-armed Yang Guo, the delicate Guo Fu, the foolish Lu Wushuang, the lovesick Cheng Ying, At Fengling Ferry, I saw Guo Xiang, whom Yang Guo had mistaken for life. Li Mochou was buried in the sea of ​​fire and asked what love was in the world. How many people were upset about the little dragon girl who lost her virginity on Zhongnan Mountain! When a soul from later generations merges with Yang Guo, there will no longer be any regrets. You must live a different life. The introduction is weak, so move on to the main text. . . Single heroine! ! ! ! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.