God of War

I have no choice but to travel freely in the world, the autumn wind sweeps, and the fallen leaves are like knives. There are many divergent roads, and the road is stretching up the hills and mountains. Happy travels, endless tears. The wind, flowers, snow and moon are flying away, and we will live in the next life. There is always a time to gather and disperse, and the common people laugh and feel sad and have no regrets. The beauty is in my arms, my sword is my heart. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.