Gorgeous in the World

It may take a lifetime to love someone to force yourself to hate them, but how long will it take to forget them? Love and hate are impermanent and have endless causes and conditions. I only wish that when I met you, I didn't know that you were my disaster. Content introduction: He is a famous general of a generation and will be remembered for eternity; his battle robe will last forever; his sword will be with him forever; his brows are cold and perverse; his sword energy will last forever. She, the daughter of a cult, is feared by the world; dressed in red, she is as cold as a plum; a short knife is attached to her; her eyes are cut by autumn water, enchanting and cold; an elf in the snowy night, with a stunning appearance. But in these troubled times, when he meets her, is she an old enemy or a beauty? Is it grudge or love and hatred? Is it a smile or indifference? When they met on the battlefield, he held his sword and mounted his horse, gazing at her stunning beauty with a profound and unpredictable gaze. Was his encounter with her a will of God or man-made? And why is it so familiar? The battlefield was filled with roars and drums, and the sounds of misery could be heard endlessly. There was blood flowing everywhere, and there were mountains of corpses everywhere. It's a purgatory-like place where you can't distinguish between good and bad, good and evil. The only support for your belief is to kill. Only living is the end. The smoke of the beacon fire continued to surge in the bloody setting sun. The surrounding air was filled with the smell of blood, and the smell of death enveloped everyone. The grass beside the ancient road was also soaked in blood and connected to the sky. Broken limbs and arms were dripping with blood. The terrifying atmosphere continued to destroy people's minds and disintegrate people's belief in survival into pieces. And this is the battlefield, which is bloodthirsty killing. Everyone can only support themselves by constantly killing the enemy with the swords and guns in their hands. Only by feeling the blood constantly spurting out of their mouths can they feel that they are still alive, and the cruelty is sweeping like a bloodthirsty ghost. The dark blood dyed the earth red, and the flags were killed and broken in the shouting air. Seeing the smoke billowing from the battlefield, seeing the earth covered in blood, and seeing the man in red on a white horse across from him, he didn't say a word, but coldly drew his sword. In an instant, the cold silver sword was slowly pointing at her heart. At that moment, the corners of his mouth were cold and hard, his eyes were wild and uninhibited, and his clothes were flying like a god, but his calm face still showed a moment of sadness, but in just a moment, he said indifferently: "You have no way to retreat."