The flowers in the three thousand worlds are not flowers, but they are stained with blood and appear chaotically in the dust;
In the old and quiet place in the mountains, the jackdaws are reflected in the snow at night with a lantern.
Survival in troubled times, with snow falling in the sky, only the lonely red color is so bright and hunting, the people call it "military bandit".
... Shh! Look, those "military bandits" are here to arrest people again, one after another, as if they were conscripting people into a war.
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The cheap boss and the military boss battle with wits and courage, and the dark boy and the second-grade cancer patient collude together...
Are they standing on this decaying land to protect or destroy?
The boss is eating melon and watching a show
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