Mo Xifeng felt that he was not a heretic.
Yes, his martial arts were indeed more terrifying, he did kill more people, and he did have more conflicts with well-known and decent people...
But there are always people willing to believe him.
In the drunken rainy afternoon, the red gauze was misty, and the pipa fell aside, and that's how he met him.
Without any precautions, my heart was taken away.
Then I was thrown by that person and it hurt a lot.
Mo Xifeng thought that she was very strong and would never shed tears in her life. If she wanted to cry, she would be defeated and she would cry in her brother's arms.
But he didn't expect that the person who made him cry for the first time was the person to whom he gave his heart.
Fireworks rained down, his white clothes were stained with blood, and the pipa string was broken. He just smiled miserably and fell into the abyss behind him without any hesitation.
"Chu Yi, I have composed the new song, but it seems that you don't want to listen to it."
"It's okay if you don't want to listen. Anyway, I won't want to play the pipa for you anymore."
"Your name really suppresses me, causing me to lose my heart to you."
"If you don't want it, just throw it away."
"Because I don't need it anymore."
Motto: The person I trust the most taught me not to trust anyone