When the bloody facts were nakedly presented before his eyes, Xiao Lian finally realized that people's hearts are more ruthless than the piercing snow in northern Xinjiang. Just because the late emperor had a momentary emotion, he would spend his whole life as a poorly whitewashed stain, imprisoned in the filth of the palace.
The cruelty of Northern Xinjiang cut bones and flesh to create a murderous King Jing, but no one cared about the rotten flesh and blood under the armor that was so thick that it was difficult to breathe for a moment. Prince Jing is a sharp blade, a sharp blade of the court. This sharp blade faces the frost and snow, and will shatter all bones and bones for the sake of the emperor's peaceful and prosperous age, the enjoyment and worry-free enjoyment of the powerful, and the peace and happiness of the common people.
But beneath the heavy armor is a living heart.
The fierce eagle is never willing to be controlled by others, even if it breaks his head for freedom.
It still roared loudly throughout the sky, saying - "No matter what."
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He Zhili became famous at a young age. Contrary to the fierceness of his mentor Meng Bu, the sword ghost from Huangquan, he wielded a flying red sword, which was as graceful as a dragon or a swimming dragon. It cut away without a trace in the wind and drizzle. Because of his good looks that did not look like a real person, he always ranked high on the popularity list in all aspects of the world. He Zhili, who is still young, has great talent and is unparalleled in his skills, believes that he has worked hard for more than 20 years, which can be said to be quite meaningful and promising.
Until one day he accidentally fell off the cliff, and was accidentally saved by a "gentleman" with a very thick skin and very good kung fu. (I can't write it down, I'm annoyed. Please read the first chapter for the rest)
Intention: It is rare to have a close friend in life. You can hear the gurgling music from far away and be close by.