Drunken Flowers and Beauty

Blood. Scarlet blood slowly dripped down the blade. Zhan Xiao will never forget the hand stretched out in front of him at that moment. It was white and delicate, like a woman's hand. However, he failed. He saw the man's eyebrows arched, chuckled and said, "Why don't we become brothers and carry our swords together?" ——Only when the sword is sentimental can the world rise.