The Bloody Storm of the Tang Dynasty

One sword pierces the dust, one sleeve flies. In the dream, I died, arrived in hell, took over the boat of the God of Death, wore a cloak and a raincoat, and ferried towards the light as if no one else was around... I decided to go back, back to my body, but I could never go back... ——Dream Later I realized that you are not my Doraemon. The magic weapon you can conjure is just a trace of my attachment. —— Trivial taste If this string sound conveys a love, the North Star echoes it from afar, and then takes out this paulownia harp for you, and I play it so carefully that you unchained my ankles, humming a strange local accent while walking in the palace. When I was playing the harp for the king, I turned around to see you, and the emotions of our first encounter were deeply hidden in the sound of the strings. - Luthier This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.