We look up to the sky and laugh loudly before going out. Are we the people of Penghao?
Drink a pot of old wine, it doesn't need to be too fragrant or too strong. The knife beside him was shining brightly. It had to be polished with blood, not too much, not too little. Jianghu is nothing but a collision of human natures. Jianghu is just the friction of swords. Jianghu is the vicissitudes of this era.
Once a knife comes, it will last a lifetime.
