He and I met when we were eight years old, and I buried all my life's joy and sorrow in that time. That year, the wind in Yiguo blew so wildly that it tore off the city plaque of Yiguo on the high wall, stirred up arrogant dust mixed with blood all over the ground, broke off the swords and halberds corroded by the years, and tore off the heads of my father and mother. His country is at war with mine. The sound of swords piercing the red sky sent me back to my motherland. Twelve years later, I came to him with a blank Baiguan roll and a familiar face from an old friend. If the country is destroyed south of Mount Kiyue, it should also be revived south of Mount Kiyue. For this reason, those things that the world despises, disdains to do, or refuses to do with my own hands, are all done by me. ——————I know that the restoration of the country story will inevitably become unconventional, so I tried my best to make up for it in the plot. The copywriting seems a bit heavy, but the article is actually somewhat light-hearted. Most of it is about friendship entangled between hatreds, and there are also some personal feelings about being willing to die for those who know you. Suggestions are welcome. If you have any plots you want to see during the update process, you can make suggestions in the comment area. Thank you and take a bow.