Smoker

The slanting moon hangs on the branches, and the white snow reflects the red lights. I miss you for thousands of miles, but I am speechless in pain. Your blood flows in my heart, and I long for my husband to take me as my wife. When we grow old in this life, we just want to be buried close to each other so that we can look at each other. If you cannot see heaven and cannot find the underworld, you will have to go to a neighboring village so that you can meet each other in the next life. ——"Tears in Chang'an" On a pleasant early autumn night, Mo Benhou, a cigarette survivor, was ordered to appear on the campus of the University of Technology. In the east of the world, the Haze Realm was quietly born, and later formed a pattern of two empires standing side by side and confronting each other. The Wuqiong Empire, created by smokers' first-hand, second-hand, third-hand and fourth-hand smoke, fulfilled its mission and was not afraid of powerful enemies. It resolutely took the lead in launching a unification war to restore the territory of the former Smoke Empire. From then on, beacon fires broke out, flags fluttered, horses hooves neighed, and gunpowder smoke filled the air; the blood of soldiers fighting poured out of the iron bones from their hearts and spilled into the land of the motherland...