There Was a Hometown in Nanyue

Double-faced lady x killer shadow guard Imaginary world Three Dimensions is very busy, and the fate is changing, but I will definitely finish it (flag [The heroine's perspective] The snow in Kyoto always falls earlier than in Jiangnan. The owl's kiss hangs on the ice, the cold wind echoes for ten years, and the red pistil on the girl's forehead makes the sky full of snow. There is also such a snow in my memory, burying all the past events. The moment she set foot in Qingzhou again, what Qing Yue thought in her heart was not "I'm back", but "I'm finally back". This is the place that witnesses the first half of Qing Yue's life, and is also the beginning of all stories. A life is long and I can remember many people. Behind the words "Long time no see" is the dust of the world, coming across time. The beloved lady in her hometown of Taoyuan is still there, the moonlight accompanies the fireworks inside the palace walls, and the secrets of the old books are revealed... Qing Yue met many people and heard many stories. But everything that Qingyue had cared about in the past ten years had turned into scorched earth in the ruins, buried in blood and dust, and swallowed up by the fire in the nightmare. Returning to Taoyuan again, times have changed. "If it hadn't been for that fire, we would have had a smooth life." Therefore, Qing Yue vowed to find the answer to the lost, forgotten and even past events that no one cared about. Hay piles, under the city wall, the cold moon outlines the dream. When Qingyue needed a knife to do things for her, Su Jiuchuan happened to break into her world with a scar on his body. That was perhaps the boldest moment in my life in the past ten years. As the wind and snow deepened, Qing Yue looked at the man in black who was in trouble with a fierce expression in front of her. She said that she wanted to make a deal with him. After the sword is drawn out, it is hard to return it to the scabbard. Before the boulder disintegrated, the moon was hard to see in the misty night. The palace walls are deep, Qing Yue never dares to express her sincerity easily, nor does she dare to ask for anything extravagantly. What's more, it's a knife that can't be held in the hand. The handle and tip are no more than a thought away. But then the knife said to her, "If one day you can't hold on anymore, can you ask me for help?" She believed it, so she held on for a long time, until the smoke lit up and the fog dispersed. Qing Yue thought, this way, others would not be dragged into the abyss. But she never expected that Su Jiuchuan would jump into a bottomless mystery with her. There is no echo in the mountain wind and wilderness. [Male protagonist's perspective] The blood was soaked in poisonous snakes and vines. From the first second he held the sword, Su Jiuchuan knew that he was born for killing. Warmth and sincerity were untouchable things in the attic. He could not possess them and was not allowed to give them to them. Before meeting Qing Yue, Su Jiuchuan never thought that he could catch a beam of light even though he was destined to die by killing. Even if that beam of light doesn't just shine on him alone; even if that beam of light can only be watched from a distance. The first meeting in the palace corridor, and the sound of falling snow that year, will be remembered by Su Jiuchuan for the rest of his life. Although they had never met each other before, and it looked like the most inappropriate trading situation, Su Jiuchuan really wanted to believe it for a moment. I thought it was just a farce, a joke with no follow-up, but later Su Jiuchuan was willing to sink. The long bows vibrated in the scorching sun, and the geese sang in the sand. Mountain springs, wild trees, and rolling stones fell into the bottom of the pond. "I will be the most secret and sharpest knife in His Highness's hand." Have you done it yourself? If time were reversed, the moon in the south would be bright; if there was a lone lamp that night, there would be no place in Jiuchuan in the world. On that day when the sand was rolling and the sun was covered by dark clouds, Su Jiuchuan was thinking, it's great that the little girl is not here. If she were here, he would not be willing to die. "But if we change our lives and we never meet again, then I will be satisfied with the ending." Story narration The bricks and tiles of Kyoto carve hidden corners. A sword dance of restraint and forbearance, a struggle that freezes time, a story of bloody revenge that ends with blood. On a snowy night with ashes all over the ground, the plains left behind were washed away by heavy rain. It says - "The story begins." Purpose: If you don't make a profit, everyone in the game will be a loser.