The ancients said: Life is like a dream, how much joy can there be?
A dream is nothing but right and wrong
Jianghu, court, near and far
But for decades in the Spring and Autumn Period, it was like duckweed floating in the air, unable to control itself.
What you see is just a few strokes
That's my life, my life that can't be turned back
The massacre in Jingfu three years ago
When I wake up, everything has changed
Jing Zhihua looked at the secretary beside him and rubbed it over and over again. She was no longer the beautiful person she was. She was already dead now.
People were sighing, but Jing Zhihua just sneered.
The truth?
What people want to see is just the fall of gods from the altar
And what I want will be obtained step by step.
The plum blossoms were in full bloom that year, and the young man leaned on the railing and listened to the snow, smiling as he sang a song just for his old friend.
"I can't trust anyone else, I only trust you." The corner of his dark clothes covered the snow at his side.
"Yaoyao, don't worry, I will accompany you to find justice in this world."
"Save you? Stay away from me when you die..." Wait, the style is wrong...
You are already weak, so why bother letting others wait for you?
Purpose: Court, house fights, rivers and lakes, after many life and death, the body is like duckweed, only by standing up for oneself can one stand up