Killing is like wind cutting off decay, the blade's light is painted before the blood is cold. Don't ask about the bones when success is achieved. One thought of compassion will lead to loss of all calamities. Traditional fairy tale, the character's IQ is online, I recommend myself.
In the apocalyptic ruins, there are people who hold swords to guard the dawn; in the battlefield of immortals and demons, there are people who use blood as ink to write justice; in the neon depths of cyberpunk, there are also people who ignite their hearts for freedom.
[Weird climate·Mystery of two worlds] The chirping of cicadas broke through the heat wave on October 10th. Li Qingzhou, a ticket seller at the scenic spot, stared at the thermometer - the red alert of 39°C filled the calendar at the end of September. When Golden Week turned into "Stay at Home Week", the owner Fatty Wang's bitter face was even weirder than the weather forecast: He always stared at the mountain behind the scenic spot and shivered at three in the morning. He thought the air conditioner was too cold at 26°C, but dark red ice crystals oozed from his sleeves. "The abnormally high temperature is a sign of the rift between the two worlds." Li Qingzhou crushed the ice Coke can and remembered the half-piece of bronze tiger charm he picked up three days ago - it was engraved with "Three Years of Jianwu", but it was stained with the radiation dust unique to the apocalypse. Fatty Wang deliberately avoided the abandoned Taoist temple in the back hill every time he inspected. Behind the door sealed by cement, the sound of metal friction could be heard every night. The logical chain suddenly became clear: ancient tiger talisman + apocalyptic radiation = wanted criminal across time and space? High temperature is the product of the conflict between ancient fire spells and apocalyptic energy! When Fatty Wang scolded me for the fifth time, "The air conditioner froze me to death," Li Qingzhou caught a glimpse of the dragon pattern embroidery on his collar - it was the pattern of the traitor generals of the Jianwu Dynasty who were exterminated in history. "Boss, you poured the cement for the Taoist temple in the back mountain, right?" She slapped the tiger charm on the ticket counter, and the air conditioner suddenly dropped to 0℃. Fatty Wang's pupils shrank suddenly, and the ice crystals on his sleeves burst into sharp blades: "Have you seen 'them'? The wanted man who came to arrest me from the end of the world..." At this moment, outside the scenic area, an off-road vehicle ran over dead leaves and stopped. The compartment of the truck is filled with laser guns and bronze arrowheads, and two wanted posters are posted on the windshield: on the left is the prince who rebelled against the Jianwu Dynasty, and on the right is the doomsday superpower.