There is no scenery in the court, only waves and clouds are treacherous. Today, I will stab you with a sword, and tomorrow you will chop me with a sword. If there is no guarantee, one day the two of them will go to hell hand in hand.
Lin Fangjin neither danced nor wielded a sword, and concentrated on covering his little vest silently. He was afraid that he would be sacrificed to heaven, so he covered it, hehe, he was promoted!
There are no pleasures and grudges in the world, only knives hidden in smiles. Today I will bring you a cup of out-of-print good tea, and tomorrow I will give you a bowl of intestinal medicine. You may not know which day you will be lying flat in a mass grave.
Lin Fangjin refuses to drink good tea and refuses poison. He only wants to be a good bitch to save his own life. Oh, he has become an ancient version of Conan!
Concept: When the sun rises, all the haze will be under your feet