After confirming my eyes, I met the right person, and I rode my horse out to fight. The horse's cry was like tears...
The memory of the past is crossing the mortal world. What hurts is not the blade, but your reincarnated soul.
I recall the time when Gong Jin was talking and laughing, and the walls and oars were wiped out in ashes.
Traveling to Zhou Lang's side in the Three Kingdoms, there is no fighting with swords and guns, only the love between children.