The story takes place in the Yanyun Dynasty of Yanfeng Kingdom. At that time, the country was threatened by various forces and the people were miserable.
The blood is still flowing...
Lang dragged his sword on the ground, and traces of blood snaked behind him. Anyone who saw this scene in the middle of the night would be scared out of their wits.
Lightning streaked across the sky, heralding the coming heavy rain. The wind suddenly rose, the dark clouds rolled, and the situation was unpredictable.
The man who was about to be killed ran like a wild beast, his survival instinct awakened, and Lang followed closely...
Sweat, blood, resentment. Why do they always appear in the rain? His heart was bleeding drop by drop. When he looked at the dark night sky, when the first drop of rain fell, the dark clouds covered the moon, and everything was hidden in darkness.
"Stop it, Lang!"
Meng Xi roared feebly, and the severe pain in his body made him unable to stand up. It was too late to stop him, Lang suddenly jumped in front of those people. In an instant, the rain seemed to turn into blood...
"Why?"
Meng Xi struggled to stand up with his sword and looked at Lang. His eyes were as wet as rain-soaked coals. Lang stood there, Meng Xi's heart almost broke, he rushed over and grabbed Lang's collar.
"Say it!"
Meng Xi choked up. It was still raining in the sky, and the scarlet blood gradually seeped into the soil. Lang's eyes were as dim and sad as the sunset. He said nothing, just looked at Meng Xi silently...
Holding Lang tightly, the sword in Meng Xi's hand trembled, and he could not kill him. The anger in his heart was burning, and he was in pain as if he would die at any time. The sword fell to the ground...
Lang turned and left, the blood on his arms dripping down with the cold rain...
Intention: Ask Dongfeng, how much sorrow is there in the world? Let the bright moon soothe my worries. The eternal sorrow of farewell makes my eyes wet with tears. A beautiful thing, a prince's love