"Ling Xia, or Jiang Yue?"
The crimson blood reflected the moon, and someone asked with a ferocious smile.
Before she drew her sword, the sound came first:
"Is there any difference? I'm the only one who comes to take your life."
In an instant——
The cold light rises and the blood becomes red,
The sinking moon shines on the snow, and the blood breaks from tears.
This sword not only cuts off the past grudges, but also breaks through the fog of the New Deal.
And outside the chess game, who holds the black stone and who loses the white stone?
Who is behind the scenes, waiting for her to enter this certain death situation...
