The jade flute leads merchants to carve feathers, and the slaughter of Su brings hundreds of cups to fill the cup.
He was so drunk that he didn't know where the goose landed. He shot his horse back and smashed his red hero countless times.
Seven stars cut down ten miles of snow, and autumn offers sacrifices to begonias for a hundred days of spring.
There is no way to shed tears when singing, dancing alone in the wind, falling flowers, waking up from a dream, and drunkenness in the fleeting years.
The above is nonsense... It's just a bunch of killers killing and being killed.
Rarely metaphorical, simple and straightforward
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Note: 1 Since the main and supporting characters in this article are both men and women, and most of them are men, it is inevitable that the woman will be called all kinds of baseless names.
I hope you guys understand: First, there are still more male killers, only brothels are all female, but the flute is not a flower that attracts the wind. Secondly, what I want to write about is the emotional life of killers, mainly the flute, which also contains the various beliefs and confusions of various killers. If you find something ambiguous where there is no ambiguity, I can only say that you are thinking too much...
2 I haven't thought about it yet, to be continued…