The setting sun is like blood. The red clouds flew across the west mountain, turning half the sky red.
The taverns on this ancient road are sparsely filled with customers.
A warrior walked in with heavy steps. Sit down at a table in front of the door.
"Wine--" The voice was not loud, but everyone looked at him in surprise. He didn't look at anyone, but everyone felt the intoxicating aura coming from him and turned their heads involuntarily.
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