Mo Yan Will Always Hate It

Chibi is, after all, an ancient battlefield, and the ancient battlefield is waiting for the rise of people with lofty ideals. When the palace was finally turned into ashes by the sad sound, in the time and space where the east and west winds intertwined, Chibi remained silent for centuries. And in the near future, a slender and frail figure will be peerless and independent at the highest point of Chibi. She looks from a distance, looking at the people below as if she has seen through the autumn water, shouting, charging, swords and swords, blood and blood. She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she could no longer see the grief. Instead, there was perseverance and determination to win. She swung her right hand diagonally upward into the sky, a piece of white silk spurted out from her sleeve, and a figure jumped down, as holy as a fairy. On the opposite mountain peak where she was, a man dressed in black covered up the evidence of his existence. His eyes followed her down, stopping for a long time on her dancing figure.