[[[He stood with a sword in the setting sun, and the hunting west wind puffed up his clothes. "One general's success will lead to thousands of bones being withered." Wu Xie looked at the yellow sand and white bones and murmured: "What's the point of guarding this country without you?". . . "Spirit, wait for me"
Menyou Ping lowered his head, and his long, thick, dark bangs covered his eyes. He stretched out his hand to cover the face of the person next to him, "Wu Xie," "Hmm?" "Go to sleep." . . "Xiao Xie, wait for me"]]]