The sunset weeps and is stained with blood.
The small figure was holding a long sword that was higher than its body, staring blankly at the dead body in front of it. A long time.
The original color of the blood-stained Feiyi could no longer be seen, and the dull face showed a scary bluish-white color. The wind blows and the hair flutters. Pursing her lips, she restrained herself from crying.
As a member of the Mo family, we cannot cry even if the sky falls and the earth falls.
The once stern roar still rang in his ears. The person is no longer there.
The trees want to be quiet; the wind doesn't stop.