Every year, a bunch of old guys fall off the altar.
Their names as "heroes" were written in history, after they died.
And behind them, another group of teenagers with eyes burning with the city-burning fire stood up.
Use iron and blood to level this already chaotic world.
This article is a fanfic of Mr. Jiang Nan's "Butterfly Storm: Chapter of the Hound and the Fox", which takes place about 5 years after the end of the main text. There is a slight eroticism, so please proceed with caution.
Reader comments
It's so beautiful, so sweet, I personally think it's the best-looking Weiwei fan.
Is this considered the end?
I would rather it remain a pit for ten thousand years than disappear like this!
Yeah hey hey, Xiao Gong hasn't recovered his memory yet?
It's so beautiful, so sweet, I personally think it's the best-looking Weiwei fan.
Is this considered the end? I would rather it remain a pit for ten thousand years than disappear like this!
Yeah hey hey, Xiao Gong hasn't recovered his memory yet?