Above the rivers and lakes, there are strong winds and strong tides.
This is a world with unclear boundaries, where levels are broken down and life and death are transcended. Nothing can be called eternity, but everyone pursues leaving their own names in the eternal time.
For people in Youzhong, what symbolizes eternity is the Pavilion of All Things.
There are three thousand records of Shi Lang in the pavilion, and they are compiled into twelve lists, named Ziwu. Wu promotes good and Zi contains evil.
But for her, the exposure in this world is only one-thousandth, and it is really boring to have to fight for you first and me in this one-thousandth.
So the afternoon list?
Fortunately, I won the crown.
Sub list?
Climbing the peak inexplicably.
Have you never lost?
Lose.
At that time, I thought I could kill half my life with one sword, but instead I was burdened with the most difficult debt in my life...
"City Master Lu, you don't have to do anything for me. As long as you live for yourself, that's what I want most."
She looked at the far road ahead and tried to correct her paranoia, but she got an answer that made her fall forever.
"But you are half of me."
Intention: Love and freedom are not inconsistent.
