The universe is chaotic and desolate, and the swords of Jianghu cannot clear away the entanglements of the soul.
Her words were cold, as if they were the only echo in this desolate and indifferent world.
The cold dew chilled the corner of his brow, and the hunting wind in the past was too long and crazy.
Always hoping that old age will make this generation wither.
It is the sinking sand of time, but it has nothing to do with time. .
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