There can be no sword in the hand, but there can be no sword in the heart.
If you already have a sword in your heart, why should you be afraid of holding it in your hand?
He named him Wu Jian. He once said that he hoped that he would become an ordinary person and that he would stay away from the world without a trace of blood on his hands.
Twenty years have been precarious, and the past twenty years are like smoke.
The cold moonlight reflected the blood on the ground. He stood before him, sword in hand.
The blood droplets on the sword dripped silently, and the man in black clothes was like a Shura from hell, killing with solemnity and solemnity.
His sword is stained with blood just to protect the people he cherishes.
She stood beside him and smiled lightly.
She said that only strength can ignore all injustices.
He said, don't be afraid to hold the sword, because holding the sword not only means killing, but also protecting when necessary.
A story about love and protection.
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