Without raging fire, there is no way to forge bronze; without jun hair, there is no way to prove spiritual connection - the smoke of gunpowder spreads thousands of miles away? Green hills burned to ashes? Nonsense. I'm here, they just have to think about it. What's there to regret? From now on, heaven and earth belong to me. The copywriting is used to show off, and the main text is used to make fun of the love story in the valley (not). Logic elopes with the writing, leaving only a snake spirit_(:з∠)_Modern War, don't care about the details.