The disputes in the rivers and lakes merged into the battles of the blood clan. Starting from the brutal extermination of the Lan family, the story gradually emerged. The only survivor, Lan Lan, was rescued by an unknown organization and inexplicably became the "guard" of the Lord whom he had never met before. Looking at the other five guards, a glance made the villain tremble, tremble until he lost control of his urine and ran away. Thinking back to the fact that the only thing he had been praised for in the past three years since he picked up the sword was the way he cut apples... Um... Sigh. What does the future hold? After receiving the gentle greetings from the stunning Lord, everything seemed to have become brighter, but little did he know that a big conspiracy was approaching step by step...
In the dream:
A familiar voice sounded, sad and sad, expressing countless sorrows:
"People live only one life, and grass and trees fall one year at a time. Who knows if there will be an afterlife..."
"But Xiaolan, if there is an afterlife, will I meet you again?"
"Xiaolan, you know I hate separation..."
"Xiaolan, have I ever said that I love you..."
"Xiaolan, don't go..."
"If I plant a forest, would you like to hear the echo of fallen leaves?"
"Xiaolan, Xiaolan..."