Volume 1
I am free in the world, bringing trouble to the world, and am determined to be a bandit among bandits.
A chance coincidence made me, who was originally proud, involved in the disputes between countries.
But I still maintain my spontaneity, smile at all living beings, and stand out from the crowd.
But when I kind-heartedly wanted to help others, I got incomprehensible accusations and beatings.
When I stubbornly wanted to leave, he told me that he would never let go of his sincerity.
Can I, who insists on taking everything as it comes, still be able to hold on to that randomness?
And can he be my beloved?
Volume 2
I think being free and acting as one pleases is the real free and unrestrained life
But when the smoke of war breaks out, soldiers meet, the wind roars, and millions of corpses are laid out,
I discovered that often the shackles of fate are not only shackles to those who are greedy for profit.
And I have no intention of getting involved in a power struggle.
Is the world really that important?
…
His face was pale, and he shouted to me with a painful and helpless expression: 'I was obviously the first to meet you! '
He smiled sadly and asked regretfully, 'Have I really hurt you so deeply! '
He looked proudly at all things and said, 'You are mine, even if you go against the will of heaven, I won't hesitate! '
He smiled sweetly and said with infinite charm: 'I am willing to be the man behind you! '
…
Wolf smoke
Thousands of miles of blood-stained rivers and mountains
fight for
Just for that poppy face
Beauty and country
Which one is the truest desire in the heart when dreams come to a close?
Which one is the unforgettable love between worries about gains and losses?
Who can see through the sweet lies, and who can escape from the trap of conspiracy?
What is waiting for him is the hero who dominates the country?
He is still the bloody man who only draws his own eyebrows
A touch of red lips, a touch of indifference, and a smile that embodies all kinds of things in the world
And can I still hold on to my original pride?
With three thousand weak waters, there is still room for bandits to gain a foothold.
The beauty who confuses the world can still travel through thousands of miles of rivers and mountains