Jiao Yin, with silver hair like moonlight, mysterious purple eyes, and a face that makes people feel heart-thrilling, but with the meanest surname in Ao country, but all these can't suppress his spine, his world is still standing in the peace of that life, and his purple eyes are still lingering on the last silhouette under the scarlet sunset... After being confused for decades, he suddenly wakes up, but it is the weight of life that makes him breathless. He faces it, faces it, and shouts... He started He began to find the entrance into this world, fought, took revenge, was extreme and stubborn, but also found his own foothold in this world. What awaited him was a humbler and cruel life. His spine got heavier and closer to the ground again and again. In his anger, did he understand that the heaviest burden was also the image of the strongest vitality? The closer he got to the ground, the more real this life became...
Ying'an, with blue-black hair and eyes as clear as streams, is such a child, such a boy. Even as he gets older day by day, his gentleness and tenderness are constantly leaking out from those clear eyes... But he doesn't know that people with such eyes also have darkness as deep as the sea. Step by step, he sets a trap and casts the net step by step. The target he wants to hunt is the entire Ao country... If life is a heavy burden, then he is this cruel life!
When the two met, they were both handsome and beautiful young people. The golden years were flowing with extraordinary speed. The Royal Library where the light and shadow separated, everything was wonderful and unreal. In the silhouette of a sacred church, they could see each other's beliefs and touch each other's fragility... The moment when each other took out the books, there was determination, madness and destiny!
O for a voice like thunder
and a tongue to drown the throat of war!
When the senses are shaken
and the soul is driven to madness
Who can stand?
When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages
Who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the throne of
When the frowns of his countenance drive the nations together
Who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death
When souls are torn to everlasting fire
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain
O who can stand?
O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!
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