A young man brims with courage, bold and quick-witted. Sword in hand, he sets out, only to find a lone city besieged. He slays his foes by the Liao River, then rides back to Yuyang.
In the martial world, where fortunes can change in an instant, there must be moments of vengeance and triumph, of fine clothes and spirited steeds.
But that glorious age is gone forever.
Everything that happened yesterday is already as if it died yesterday.
All I can do is leave my dream of the martial world here. I will travel the roads to the ends of the earth, seeking those people: setting out alone to find another version of myself in the past.
I like the title very much. I have a very good phrase to recommend to you. Just a word Dreaming of returning to the light in the heart of the building
Not bad, the rhythm is very good. Don't be slow, don't be slow, sister, come on!
MM Liu, tut tut, what are you thinking about?
Why not update it? Come on!!!!!!!!!
The language is very good, and it definitely beats many popular articles. It's a pity that in this world, there are too few people who calm down their thoughts, so that the pearls are covered with dust. Hold on.