Compared with the majesty and great achievements of the king, the heroism and glory of the general seem to be more worthy of praise. One general's success will lead to thousands of bones drying up, and all that will be left is real blood and tears. Only the screams from hell can take away the glory of the prosperous age that has been sighing for eternity. Those who cry are not enemies, not evil, not hateful, they are friends, relatives, and love.
"Mom, what kind of person is my father?" A handsome young man looked at his mother and asked.
"I want to take his life and his name, but I really can't touch his power."
The most beautiful flower in Chang'an City fell in love with a hunter who only walked through the whirlpool of power. Its ending is undoubtedly withering away.
From then on, the sentimental land of Qilu lost a gentle and graceful young man. In the solemn and prosperous Chang'an, a dark man who stirs up troubles is challenging the supreme ruler of this dynasty in his own way.
Quan, do you like it that much? Father.
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