In this vast, strange world, the infatuated are left drunk, and poor Lian'er is buried!
For others, for oneself, or for the countless... girls struggling desperately for that land?
No, for the countless suffering masses!
What if you call me a lecher?
What if you call me a villain?
What if you call me a barbarian from the south?
What if they say I'm heartless and disloyal, unfaithful and unfilial?
What does it matter if I bear a lifetime of infamy?
I'll be the villain, then. What the hell does it have to do with you lot?
Drunk, I raise my sword to the lamp; in dreams, I return to the camps where bugles sound.
Immortals? Gods? Foreign races? Am I just prey?
Billions of common folk, a vast and shining world.
Heh. If that's how it is, then I'll be a villain to the very end, take the universe and stars for myself, and change this filthy world that devours people without even spitting out the bones.
So far, it's okay, he has a good mind and a little bit of passion, but why does he feel like this guy is an angry young man? [Notice]
The writing is good. I like the character of the protagonist Lao Liu. He can only kill people with a nod of his head, but he has captured the essence of attacking the city first and attacking the heart first. Come on!!!