Novels are just props. No matter how many years go by, what is repeated is the reincarnation of history, and what remains unchanged is men and women.
Introduction: Since ancient times, all heroes have been beautiful; Overlord Gaixia, Meng De Chibi. Just for that charming look, those who slit themselves, those who cried bitterly cried bitterly. Why bother? But he didn't say: Even though the beauty is the best in the world, and the appearance is unparalleled in ancient and modern times, when the three springs come to an end, it is inevitable that the pearls will turn into fish eyes, and the fragrance from the sky will turn into residual flowers. How many people can see through this world? The reason is, listen to me sing:
[Xiaoyaoyou] If the sky does not collect, the earth will not be connected, I will say east or west as I please.
Just like Kunpeng traveling around the world, the man is happy and free here.
[Sadness in the Joy] Three hundred and sixty days a year, I toss and turn and find it difficult to fall asleep.
Who knows when I listen to the wind and rain through the window for a long night, alone on my pillow and in the cold quilt?
Alas! After all, it is: a hero cannot bear loneliness, but a hero tends to be sentimental. That's why I performed this ridiculous "Thirty-eight Degrees of Love".