Black clouds cover the moon, the wind suddenly rises, and there are bursts of whistles, and only a black robe can be seen in the bamboo forest. Under the black robe, his face was not visible, only a trace of red light could be seen in the distance.
"Uncle Master... Why are you treating me like this..." The man lying in a pool of blood said in a hoarse voice: "It turns out that the full moon was just my fault..." The man slowly closed his eyes and lost his breath.
Maybe this is all wishful thinking on my part.
Intention: growth