He didn't know who his parents were, and he had no talents. He was proud of his superb swordsmanship, but was repeatedly frustrated. Only then did he realize that the world was more strange and beautiful than he imagined.
She is the messenger of the fox demon and is familiar with illusions and spells, but she hates things from the underworld and loves the chaos of the world.
The sea god's capital is Tingcocoon, and the eight wastelands are fighting for it, and the sea is connected to the sea. The idiot master and the innocent messenger encountered one strange thing after another here.
Corpses that mysteriously disappear, wailing shadows in the fire, ferocious beasts that devour people's hearts, hells drawn with life, tattoos that corrode the soul, and human dimples on the buttocks. . . There is so much unknown darkness under this sunshine.
The bohemian noble son, the prince who is like the light in the dark night, the gentle and jade-like talents of the aristocratic family, the pipa and the bone whistle that were once harmonious, finally the strings broke and the music ended, the old moon was loved, but it was not the same as before.
A woman like a begonia flower, a young man in bright clothes and an angry horse, under the pomegranate tree, who still remembers the promise of a lifetime.
Flowers follow the flowing water, and boats sing the beauty of the world.