He was still laughing, still sipping the murky wine cynically. The heavy rain in Cangshan cannot wash away the mud under our feet. The miasma that filled the sky had already frozen his heart. Everyone in the world knows that Dali is full of romance. Little did they know that there was a hell of plague, famine and slavery hidden at the foot of the mountain. Beauty comes to an end and old friends are separated. Lu Xiaofeng, who is famous in the world for having four eyebrows, can't even hold a wine glass steadily now. Beauty comes to an end and old friends are separated. Only this prodigal son, who was covered in bruises and could barely hold his sword, forced himself on that pale smile and stepped into the dirtiest quagmire. "Lu Xiaofeng, can you take care of these noisy things under the Erhai Lake in Cangshan Mountain?" Lu Xiaofeng wiped the rain and blood from the corners of her eyes and chuckled: "I can't take care of it, but I haven't learned yet... Watching living people die like animals." The heavy rain poured down, and there was a dead end. Behind him, the woman who held a bloody sword and fought her way out of hell single-handedly drew out her sword coldly - "Lu Xiaofeng, drink your wine." "I will kill those who want you to die."
