Jiang Yuelang's family encountered drastic changes, and he was taken in by the master of Qionghua Palace. When he grew up, he traveled around the world to seek revenge.
"Okay," he said as if sighing, looking up at the thick and oppressive sky, "Follow me. If you can keep following, I won't let you die."
The cold light of the Qingming Sword was so cold that it looked like a charming shadow under the moonlight. Huo Qingming just smiled. After laughing, blood overflowed and his lips were dyed red.
Zhi Qiong has always been dressed in white, and loves musical instruments. What he hates the most is swords. But when he also pulled out the soft sword, he burst into tears.
(This is not a fixed copy, it will be changed later...)