Dressed in green clothes, the green clothes resemble wings;
A long sword, as fast as lightning;
The sunset slowly sets in the west;
Solitary peak, the wind is strong and the sky is high.
He didn't know how long he had been silent, as motionless as a stone. Suddenly a cold drop of sweat appeared on his neck, and he could feel the cold droplet dripping down his arm and down the middle finger of his right hand, making no sound when it touched the ground.
The setting sun is like blood; the cold light of a sword is like frost.
He still stood quietly, not moving at all, and you couldn't even see the ups and downs of his heartbeat; however, Baihong was bloodthirsty and murderous, as if he couldn't bear the thirst of blood for a long time and was about to grab the sheath and come out. However, his heart was clear as the sun and moon: The sword was in his hand, whose chest was the tip of the sword pointing at?
With a snap of the fingers, eighteen years flew away, as if experiencing a cycle of life and death. Now I am picking up the fragments of memory, my dreams are vague, and my face is blurry. Human relationships and worldly affairs must eventually fade away, and I find them in my dreams while lying alone on a cold couch.
The sun has set, and the crow is flying alone. The God of Darkness was about to completely rule the earth. He raised his eyes, patted the dust on his body, and ran down with the last glimmer of light.
Under the cliff, a woman and two horses were waiting for him------