Biographies of Assassins

That day, the rain was hazy. The mighty army hurts the eyes, and the bright red burns the heart... Looking at the armored Zhi Ming, Murong Li couldn't tell if he was feeling sad or sighing. Today's situation may be reasonable or unexpected for him. But in the end, it was still his own fault. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.