Jianghu, Jianghu, that is such an easy place. Jianghu is not stained with blood. It is not Jianghu. You can wash away the blood on your hands, but you will never be able to wash away the blood debt on your shoulders until your death.
A sword that is bold and refreshing, but carries a blood feud.
A cynical man who is famous for his good luck.
Two completely unrelated things, but they happen to have the same name.
"Useless"!
Shen Wuyong said: Let go, let go, but "I can't worry about it"!
In this world that eats people without spitting out their bones, how can Chu Dao avenge his family's hatred?
What is the past of this mysterious young master Shen Wuyong?
We met only once, but our love is deeply rooted. But when we pass through the flowers and look back lazily, we wonder who, in the deepest part of our heart, is the shadow of that beautiful lady?
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After hearing Chu Dao's words, the young master wrinkled his nose in surprise. That was his habit. He always used to wrinkle his nose when he was surprised.
Then he smiled, waved his hand vigorously, and unfolded his golden fan. When everyone saw it clearly, there was a big word written in red and green cursive in the middle of the fan.
"Luck"
Finally, he said, in a tone that said the weather was of no importance:
"What a coincidence. My name is Shen Wuyong."