Not a hero, holding a sword in his hand; half a cup of turbid wine, and the bright smoke clouds are rising into the sky.
All the great things in the world are contained in the palm of your hand.
There are too many people and affairs, too many words that are not sincere, drunk on the hazy mountains and rivers, drunk on the centuries-old country.
The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
-Who are you?
Everyone in the world knows that it is easy to fall in love, but it is difficult to know each other forever. It is only a matter of time before you become my king.
-I'm not talented, I just died early.
Mr. Tianji is unpredictable and careless, but he is not a treacherous person. Those who are tired of him are nothing more than deep love and longevity.
- A sudden death? This name is quite strange.
Love doesn't know where it starts, but it goes deep; hate doesn't know where it ends, and it sinks without a trace.
-The word "suffering", hold on to it without any illusions, this is your long-cherished wish, there is no need to worry about it.