That year, the war engulfed the small town. He stood among the ruins and looked back at his old homeland with sadness.
Later, he fought with iron horses and silver spears on the battlefield, but his battle bones were still intact, and he only wished that his family and country would be happy after his death.
I once recalled that a young man was so bold that he frightened both the government and the public. His grace and splendor drifted away with the past, leaving only his free and carefree body.
Now he still has his ambition in his heart. He holds the sun and moon in his hands and turns the world, just waiting for the majesty of the king to come to the world.
This is destined to be a majestic epic.
"Unintentional throne? Oh, who wouldn't like rights?"
"My loyalty is to the country and the people. Who is the emperor, and what does it have to do with me?"
"The thing that has supported me for so many years is nothing more than the word hate."
"Have you ever experienced this? The people you were familiar with in the past have all turned into corpses without warmth. There are only broken walls and rubble in your hometown. There is nothing left."
"The world belongs to me after all."
"You are no longer the person I know."
"Between us, it's nothing more than use."
"If I could do it all over again, I would never look back."
"I'm sorry."