Senwu No Fubuki Ichitō

One knife comes, one knife falls, one knife blows the snow, one knife passes. The sword comes out, the snow falls, and people die. It's not that I didn't draw the knife, but the person I saw was already dead. The small building listened to the spring rain all night, Ten years of hard work in Jiangnan! ! The blood is flowing. . Come and take a few sips with me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.