The broken lamp is like a bean. A pair of withered bamboo-like hands stretched out from the bed tent, holding the wrist of the young man standing beside the bed, and a trembling voice sounded: "You are destined to be a human being, so be careful not to be sentimental. If anyone disturbs your heart in the future, kill them."
Jiangnan March. Gui Jiuxiao stood with his sword in his hand, and when he looked back, there was silence: "When you are born in troubled times, it is difficult to reward a close friend. In the end, we have different paths."
All the trees are gone. Pei Zhen threw the glass drunkenly, lowered her eyes and smiled: "Who is messing with my heart?"
Qinhuai Yanyan. Yun Wei shook his folding fan slightly and sighed slightly: "Do you really know what I want?"
The night is as dark as paint. Yu Wencang's face hidden under the mask seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Oh? Kill me? There are many people in the world who want to take my head. Why do you?"
The top of the proud peak. Yu Wenmo looked back and a sneer slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Anyone who stands in my way will be punished."
Where are the mountains and rivers in the world that make me bow down?
Wherever there is in the world, this is my way back.