Young disciples are old in the world, and the past is so long that it makes people sad. "If you think that the world of martial arts is all about pleasure, killing and indulging in indulgence, then you cannot be considered a Jianghu person." The young man in scarlet clothes was sitting on a high building with elegant clothes. The young man held the long sword on his shoulder and smiled handsomely. Wherever the sword edge passed, a force of three feet rose from the ground, beating the thief until his head was bruised and bloody, and he ran away with his head in his hands. The man in black folded his arms and smiled: "Qi Xiao, come here, there is blood on your face, let me wipe it for you." This is a romance between a kind and chivalrous young man and his childhood sweetheart (crossed out), the leader of the dark-bellied guard with a prominent family background.
The author is a science student with complicated emotions, and I apologize for my poor writing skills.