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The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and the years rush me as soon as I enter the world. In the chat and laughter of Huangtu Hegemon, life is a drunken experience. Raising his sword and riding astride, he waved the mist and rain, and his bones were as white as a mountain bird flying in fright. Things in the world are like tides and people are like water. Only a few people in the rivers and lakes return. Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Although rivers and lakes are cruel, they never lack friendship. Countless people flock to it, but how many people can withdraw from it cleanly? A young man and a knife jointly compose a magnificent story. Ps. No golden fingers, no time travel