The jade belt is swaying, the tail of the boat is flying, letting go in the mountains and rivers, killing and benevolent in the world. The weak-headed young man enchants all the beauties in the world, and picks off top-notch masters with his sword. He didn't care about life or death, and he had no mercy. The stupid scholar looked at the young man with a faint smile on his lips, couldn't help but shrink his head, and asked innocently: "Xiaoyu, what do you want?"
"Me," the lazy young man kicked the sword at his feet and said, "Then I have to ask it."
During the day, the handsome and cool young man transforms into a midnight Shura at night, thirsty for blood and blood. His white clothes under the fire are not dyed red in the killing.
He is a prodigal son with countless beauties; he is also the most beautiful Princess Minghuan of the Ling Kingdom who lives in seclusion. In his life, he only has the heavy burden forced on him by his father. When one day, he has to kill his family members and face the friends who depend on him for life and death, how should he make a choice?
Is this leap over the horizon the beginning or the end?