"Mr... Young Master, take me away..." Lu Jingze, who was dying, tightly grasped the corners of Shen You's clothes.
Shen You frowned, straightened his sleeves gently, looked at the young man in front of him calmly, and then slowly squatted down: "How about using it for me?"
"From the moment the young master saved... Saved me, I... Lu Jingze... Will be the sharpest sword in the young master's hand for the rest of my life!"
As soon as Lu Jingze finished speaking, he fell to the ground, his hands stained with dark red blood still clutching Shen You's clothes.
Shen You sighed softly, but with a hint of bad taste. Shen You summoned the guards to take away Lu Jingze who was on the ground. He slightly curled his lips and murmured: "The show has finally begun."
The night wind blew by, carrying away the remaining smell of blood in the air, leaving only the sound of leaves rubbing against each other...
Concept: Tragedy