[Zongwuxia/xiye] Entering the Lonely City with One Sword

It's not cold at high places, but you are the only one. Don't look for swordsmen in the world. Cp: Xiye (city lord and village lord twins) The sound of rain and camel bells echoed in the distant sky, and the continuous drizzle was like an endless trace and an endless fate. Under the green umbrella, the man in white. Like an immortal beyond this world. A sword, as sharp as a sharp edge, is still unsheathed but still unable to conceal its power. It's thrilling and hard to look at. It's a sword, but it's also a person. Ye Gucheng's hands were very cold, as cold as death. Ye Gucheng's face was very white, as pale as a dead person. He was supposed to be a dead person, but now he is alive. Ximen Chuixue: The higher you stand, the lonelier you become, the more you find yourself invincible and lonelier. Without an opponent, he died at the same time. He needs opponents. He needs... Ye Gucheng. The brightest sword light did not kill him, but it seemed to have stabbed his heart. The sword net woven by the sword light had already firmly bound him. The most beautiful and dazzling. The deadliest. When he discovered this, he suddenly realized that his obsession had become reality, and his life had long been intertwined with the words Ye Gucheng and could not be separated. An isolated city, Wanren Mountain, is like the white clouds in the sky, out of reach. ——— The sword moves according to the heart, condenses all the thoughts into one, rises suddenly like thunder, and can do whatever it wants. The sword edge is unstoppable. The white rainbow penetrates the sun, traceless and invisible, and untainted like white clouds. Warm eating guide: Double life, HE, mixed martial arts Copywriting is tentative Next door, "[Martial Arts/Xiye] Escape from Wanmei Villa" opens first~ Intention: It's cold at high places