The cold moon shines on the city wall, and a surging tide of beasts attacks the border towns.
The wine of Zhumen warms the spirit of immortality, and the soul of ordinary people has a long way to startle the world.
The thin figure holds a knife and gathers blood and tears, standing alone against Huang Huang.
I will sleep in the frosty fields and wait for the morning to rise. I will guard all sides with my majestic spirit.
"My crime is that there is not enough blood on the knife, and I am not ruthless enough." The young man said to himself, not because of his desire to kill, but because of his self-blame for failing to protect everyone better. After witnessing the loss of life, only one belief in his heart became more and more firm: "The heroic spirits will live forever, and I am the guardian of the spirits." Whether he is a human or a demon, as long as he can protect those ordinary people, he is willing to give everything, even if he is the enemy of the whole world, in this dark world, he must become that ray of light that will never go out and illuminate the path forward for ordinary beings. He used his backbone to shoulder the burden of protecting the common people, and in the baptism of blood and fire, he composed his own heroic tragedy.
Very funny, very funny