A killer with no compassion, childhood pain, a master who is both good and evil,
It made his heart become more and more paralyzed. I was just a killer. I looked at myself on the blade while raising the knife and fell into doubt. I am a monk who cares about all the people in the world. I am compassionate. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? There is no joy in the world. In the end, it is difficult for you. It is a waste of blood. A female general, with the heart of dying on the battlefield, saved a figure in the camp. How can she fulfill her long-cherished wish under the love of family and country!
Concept: Red dust lamp shadow, Qingge ancient Buddha