In the fourteenth year of Tianbao, an Anshi Rebellion broke out, wars broke out, and people were in dire straits. Tiance was besieged, and ten sects sent their disciples to rescue him. The rivers and mountains of the Tang Dynasty were stained with blood, and the bones screamed...
The warm wind blew over Qu Feng's face, which was sitting in a pool of blood while holding Tang You. It was icy and cold... The warm sunshine was shining, but the warm sunshine could not dispel the coldness of the person in his arms. The old conversations rang in my ears again, and all the past events came to mind. He won this bet... But before he could repeat the sentence, he ended it with the words of hell...