Red Wall Ten Thousand Ren

I have been in the palace for many years and I don't believe in many things, but I believe in one sentence: "You are the one who writes history." "You will never write history." Reading Guide Short stories, GL, BE, highlighter marks are GL and BE (I posted it wrong when I published it, so I won't change it unless I enter v) The original song is "Zhu Yan Jue" produced by the Gufeng Society on April 1st. It is sung by Qingji IKU and can be listened to on NetEase Cloud~ I am the lyricist. At that time, I was thinking of a story in order to write good lyrics, but after I finished writing the lyrics, I no longer wanted to write a story... It's not good to leave the hole here, so I loosened the soil to fill it. ——Please give me an advance copy of the next book "Knives Out"—— [I stood on the top of the mountain and roared to welcome the first thunder. They are the ones cursed by the gods. In order to wash away their sins and get rid of the catastrophe, generation after generation of tribesmen worshiped the gods devoutly, but the gods never lowered their eyes. Until a hundred years ago, Si Yan, who was regarded as a "goddess", opened her eyes and saw a future where the gods would be wiped out. What exactly is God? In order to find the answer, she led the crowd to fight against the sky and died together with the three gods before the catastrophe. On the snowfield where the Goddess fell, people found the bloody knife that had followed her all her life. A hundred years later, Chang Zheng's sword fell. Yang Qiyan, who was just living an ignoble life, never imagined that he would be accidentally involved in this situation. She has no ambition, is lazy and playful, but is a rare martial arts wizard. When the big guys dragged her to practice, she shook off their hands and grabbed the gloomy-looking junior brother with a smile, "I don't want to practice anymore, let's elope." The younger junior brother's eyes were blazing, "Are you serious? Just with me?" Of course the teenagers didn't see it—— Thousands of miles away in their homeland, disaster is approaching, their eyes are red, and fate has trapped them in a cocoon. She stretched out her little finger and gave her junior brother a hopeful look. "I made a wish to the gods. We will always be together and never be separated." * "What is Jianghu?" "The road everyone asks is criss-crossing the rivers and lakes." Concept: People yearn for freedom in shackles