The night was slightly cool, and the coldness penetrated into his heart. Holding half a pot of turbid wine in his hand, he hid deep in the courtyard.
His hands were shaking slightly, and he poured wine into his throat. How long had it been, how long had it been since he had been so panicked, numb and helpless?
The night wind blows, and the smell of strong alcohol is in the air, which makes people become clearer and clearer. He pulls out the sword from his waist and picks up a few cold sword flowers. The sword moves become faster and faster, and the sword energy becomes colder and colder. In an instant, the surrounding sycamore flowers are floating away, and the vague "no regrets" on the mottled tree trunks are hideous and terrifying under the moonlight...
Take a sip of liquor down your throat
I have been cold-hearted and cold-blooded for more than ten years and have made a living in pain without any regrets.
I seize power and subvert half of the country, and I have no regrets!
I hold my true love in my hands and send the sheep into the tiger, don't I regret it? !
It's too late to regret!