Copywriting 1
Li Changning's first memory was of a muddy place where corpses were accumulated.
The setting sun is like blood, flags are flying, and crows waiting for Li Changning to die are circling in the sky, making waves of rough cries.
He was lying on a mountain of piled corpses. The corpse closest to him was cold and soft, and the blood was slippery and had not yet solidified. As he groped downwards, it gradually became cold and stiff.
There are many of them.
Men, women, old and young, poor or rich... All stared at the sky with dry, gray eyes.
These are troubled times.
This is the most terrible chaos.
This is a troubled world in which everyone, regardless of gender, old or weak, is a stupid dog.
A young man with amnesia, carrying a steel-black spear, walked out of the mass grave where the corpses of thousands of people were piled up, seeking a way for the world to survive.
Copywriting 2
Li Changning knows the best marksmanship in the world.
Living in troubled times, all life in the world is devastated, and everyone is lost wherever you look.
The rich and powerful occupy high positions, while the poor and lowly are ruined.
The head of Guizhou, whose tears had dried up in the cold wind, asked where the sky was.
The poor man who burned himself to death in a high-rise building cried out to the people for their guilt.
The souls of those who died in vain are floating in the wind, flowing in the river, and burning in the fire.
They were talking to Li Changning.
Countless voices converge into one...
"Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are like a beautiful scenery, but where is China?"
Li Changning just tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.
He wants to use these hands to seek justice for this world.
Purpose: Build a beautiful home
