During a time travel, I met Nalan Jue, who was fighting in the north and south, the secretive Murong Qingze, the poetry-reading Xuanxuan, and the alluring beauty Nalan Fei. The paradox of fate, in the repeated injuries, the pain of losing a son, the loss of a beloved wife, the revenge of killing a father, galloping on the battlefield, fighting bloody battles, everyone is going their own different paths. Remember, in this era, survival is a kind of victory.
"I just watched my brother protect me with his flesh and blood, and died in front of me, helpless."
"I am a traitor to the enemy. Murong Qingze, take a good look at me. Do you regret saving me in the first place? Your beloved Nalan Fei would not be guilty of treason if it weren't for me. Your heart is filled with despicableness, your warehouse is filled with stolen goods, and your mouth is filled with lies."
"In fact, war is the most cruel, and it is the only thing that creates victory in the life and death of those soldiers. Then facing the end of life and death, the bloody scenes of people cannibalizing people nakedly show what human nature is."
"Huairou is a method, blood is a method"
"All I want is his heart."
"I just can't bear to see him die."
His red eyes said: "I love her."
Time flies, the youthful innocence, the naked innocence, the gradually expanding ambitions, the tense situation in the blink of an eye, the soldiers and horses meet, who is in charge of the ups and downs in the troubled times.