This is a different world that uses sound as its attack.
No sword-wielding bloodlust;
There is no swiftness and courage to lift a bow and arrow;
Chuchen without holding a feather fan;
There is no prophet who plays the jade flute.
Some are just tenderness under the moon.
The old trees are under the moon, the wind is blowing, the piano is playing, the songs are floating, and people are dancing, everything is silent.
◆Previous life.
"I finally got my revenge! I finally killed my biological father! Haha! I'm so happy!"
The violent man stared at his blood-covered hands in ecstasy and laughed.
◆This life.
"I have taken my revenge, and I have escaped the pain! Oh, then I will let this world be filled with blood and blood!"
The hazy man looked at the lake in the distance calmly, with a proud and bloodthirsty smile on his lips.