Coffin

The cold wind is biting, and the green shirt is fluttering with it He stood with a gun in his hand, a hint of excitement in his indifferent eyes. "Tell me the truth" There is light snow in the sky, black clothes and white stars. His sword has been unsheathed, and there is a hint of helplessness in his purple-black eyes. "Beat me first" The spear thrust out, like the cold light of the wind Lifting the sword to hold the flower is like a lotus blooming side by side "ding" In an instant, Qingyi pointed his gun at his throat, After a blink of an eye, the black-clothed snow-falling sword was severed from his hand. "You lost, tell me the truth" ……… ……… ……… He woke up in the coffin and searched in the dark, looking for the truth buried by the wind and snow.