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He has long since retired from the world, put down his sword, and stayed away from the hustle and bustle and the killing. But one day, the peaceful life was finally broken. For lovers, for friends. For the sake of justice, he had to hold the three-foot long sword again to eliminate evil and evil. The cold light comes out of the sheath, and the sword energy whistles in the west wind.

Cold moon. The moonlight is melancholy. Deep in the thick fog, a ghostly figure disappeared. Like a helpless star in the sky. The stars are cold, but the people are affectionate. There is a short knife at the waist. The knife is like a toy, but it is as fast as lightning. Lightning will always fade, but the stars will never fall. Just like his name, it will always remain in the legends of the world. Lone Star.