In the winter of the fourteenth year of Xia happy, the snowy fields were all over the ground, and the dazzling bright red dyed the vast white land. A young man in the crowd was holding on to his blood-stained sword. He snorted coldly and his eyes were dead. + "Jiang Qing! I have loved someone so much, don't tell me to misunderstand this world." The young man looked straight at the leader of the crowd, his words scattered and broken with the sound of the wind. +The man's figure was sultry, but he didn't even look back to pity him. + "Zhuo Lian, I failed you." Su Xing knew that he would lose this battle without a fight. +You can't live without going crazy. Su Xing would rather this be a dream. After waking up, he never wanted to meet that person again. The last look before death was as cold as ever. There was a "stab" sound, and the blood was dripping and beautifully scattered on the snow, like the flower of the other side that was raging in the place where it grew. +That's it, goodbye, dirty and you. In the winter of the twenty-fourth year of Xia happy, in front of Qing'an Road. "Dead fox, you are mine when you come to my Taoist temple." "Stinky Taoist priest, why do I feel like I have seen you somewhere before?" The whole world is filthy, but I am alone in the clear, and everyone is drunk and I am alone in my sobriety. Cold outside and warm inside, an innocent Taoist priest
Intention: The highest hindrance to love