The fire that filled the sky five years ago wiped out Mo Wuyou's last hope.
Relatives fell one after another, but there was nothing he could do.
The bleak wind whistles and the sadness seems long, and the tears in the nine springs are like rain.
Five years later, he transformed into a demon and killed his enemies with his own hands.
The world laments that the three young masters of Qingfeng Pavilion were once handsome young men, unparalleled in the world, but now they have become a big devil that everyone can kill. What a pity.
When he meets his lover and friend again, where should Mo Wuyou go?
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.