Su Zimo's words were like carvings, carved into his heart one by one, and he cried blood every word.
Now Shu Yan is standing on the high platform, looking at the troops swarming under his feet, feeling that the past is over.
Xiao Zuihen looked at him, and his heavenly face had a pair of bottomless eyes, separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and would never be the same again.
There is always love in thousands of rivers and mountains.
The martial arts world is always the old martial arts world, and the rivers and lakes are always the old rivers and lakes, but there are new people replacing the old ones.
Countless past events in the world of mortals, endless dramas in life, are always in a dream.
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