Baidajianghu

If the ancient rivers and lakes were frozen, it would be a magnificent group portrait. Either bloody, or majestic, or divorced, or separated from love, or betrayal, or dependent on life and death... The scenes are frozen, one picture after another. I once thought about whether there would be such a pen that could record and describe for us those Jianghu stories that we yearn for? ——This book only pays tribute to the Banana Devil