Bloodthirsty God, Gift of Liberation

Black clouds are falling, the sky is dark, and the beacons in all directions are chaotic and dangerous. Chaos and danger, the white bones were buried in the soil last night, and the red blood covers today's ashes. The banner is broken, the yellow dust is thousands of miles away, and the cold core is lonely; The pale armor is white, and I will drive this body to ask for sins from heaven. The clouds are also sad, the sky is weeping, and the west wind is crying about the nameless monument. A nameless monument, there is no need to ask for a nameless name to serve the country, but it can turn death into spring water. Looking for butterflies in dreams, enjoying the breeze and drunken flowers. Taking the road to Congling, the waves are rolling in a thousand layers of beauty. … A bloodthirsty person takes the throne of himself. In the name of the sword, grant liberation! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.