At the foot of Rong Ming Mountain
first month
The smoke was lingering, and the clear moonlight was faintly revealed.
In the silence, there was an urgent sound of horse hooves in the distance.
Like a whirlwind passing by, it passed away in a flash, raising a gust of wind, sand and rocks.
"Minmin, wait for me! You must wait for me!"
For a moment, the moonlight took on a strange color, as if it had been dipped in blood.
The bloody disaster...