It was a sunny day in early June, and the ghosts of his ancestors were in the cool breeze, but there was a faint smile under the moonlight.
Saying goodbye to the prosperous age, he sneered and set off with his sword in hand, stopping and going, stopping and going.
There was no flash of swords or shadows along the way, but all the time the swordsman was holding a candle and talking at night, wandering around the fairies.
The ghost country a hundred years ago, the human world a hundred years ago, the Chinese Valentine's Day water moon a hundred years ago, the end of the entanglement was just a "wait".
The cold demon king, the bold wine master, the piano demon who knows the outcome, the painting fairy who smiles without saying a word, and the Lord of the Underworld on the other side
It's nothing more than an idiot son and a resentful daughter who suffers from the calamity of love.
Everywhere you look down and turn around is the weak water behind Lycoris Lycoris.
Who is in love, who is waiting, who is sighing, who is secretly expressing his feelings.
A sword that does not belong to the world, a sword that does not belong to the underworld, has caused many ups and downs.
In the dim place, there is a jar of wine, looking for drunkenness, buying drunkenness, and finally not getting drunk.
Huangliang has a dream, and a smile returns to the dream. The red dust is purple, things are different and people are different.
Who is waiting for me? Who am I waiting for?
I have always wanted to put rivers and lakes and gods and monsters together, and finally this article was born...
Occasionally there will be scary scenes, and watching them in the dead of night requires a lot of nerves...
Also... Please give me a stamp... Please give me a paw print...