There is faith in the long wind, and the grass and trees know spring. If you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions.
Han Xin looked at the fox for the twenty-ninth time.
The fox had danced with the sword in his dream.
In the plum forest where it had just snowed, even the breath he exhaled was cold.
Wearing a large cloak, the fox has hair that reaches his ankles, gorgeous facial features, and skin as white as a corpse.
He didn't dare to call him because he knew that the sword wielded by the fox was called death.
But he dances so beautifully.
He had never seen a better looking man.
||Refuse to testify, refuse to testify, refuse to testify|| Say important things three times
