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In the pavilion, a woman with a white gauze covering her face plucks a string with her jade hands. Under the sad and sad tune, she tells a story of love and hate in the past. In the gallery, a cold figure, as red as blood, reclined under the red maple, with heavy makeup and half-closed eyes. There may never be any distinction between men and women in his eyes. Beside the bonfire, the lonely knife, the indifferent sword. A long talk all night long is a kind of sympathy after meeting by chance, and it is also a flash of swords and shadows in the deep thoughts. On the banks of the Luo River, love, hate, and hatred must eventually be settled. Perhaps at that moment, the pain of a sharp sword piercing the body is far less than the heartache. As everyone knows, the most painful thing is the person who is hiding behind the tree and witnessing all this. Demon Hero Jianghu Group: 245106343