San Philo Empire

This is a time carved on the wheel of fate. In the dark night illuminated by the first quarter moon, there are rich and enchanting blood roses. It is the bond that tightly binds the soul. Liu Lan, a little tipsy in the summer shadow, The shadows of the trees danced in the breeze, The bottom of the leaves filter out the sunlight. The girl's eyes were as confused as ice mist, The young man's soul is not burning but trembles like a flame, The clear echo of the cross falling to the ground, and feet soaked in blood, Finally understood, None of us is wrong. . . It's the world that's wrong! ------The end (It seems like there are a lot of bugs. In fact, I just think that common sense can be subverted if it can be subverted, and twisted if it can be distorted. I don't want the novel to be controlled within the cognition and vision protected by common sense. Just like Xinghe said, as long as it doesn't break the law, there are no rules to follow. Isn't it?)