Note: small abuse, big abuse, absolute abuse. But(happyend)
Resurrection of a dead body, thinking that everything can start again, but who knows that it is just being played around with applause. Blindness, the entanglement of the mysterious man, the demon sect, the magic weapon, the struggle for hegemony among the three kingdoms, the conspiracy and the treacherous waves.
How much true feelings can a bamboo flute carry?
After being resurrected, he becomes a different kind of person, so he will be burned at the stake?
When the fire is extinguished, whose heart falls to the ground and is shattered? Who has tears streaming down his face and regrets?
Stained with blood and tears, flowers are born, and the goodbye is no longer a thing but a person.
Time flies, the years have passed, and what I have experienced is enough to make a pot of turbid tea...