Watching the vastness of the world is actually a benefit.
Chen's son is from Chang'an, Linshan Baiwu's son, and Qingping's last utensil.
Dancing the sword in the morning frost has been spent for ten years; lighting up the lamp in the rainy night, I only have a lonely heart.
The aristocratic families maintain balance, and the poor families race to cross the river.
So the young man pressed his sword and swore to the sky: All the masters plan to make a profit, and I alone will settle the accounts for eternity!
How much power do you have, can you crush the backbone of the people?
Even if there are a few rules in this dynasty, how can they compare to my liver and gallbladder?
Wait until the clouds open and the tower appears, the blood and fertile steps are red——
Please do this for the sake of the innocent people in the world!
