Strangers

I have trampled on millions of corpses without any regrets, and the souls' curses and resentments are indifferent. Walking alone in the dim moonlight, crossing the river with sorrow and confusion, Holding a mad sword in his hand, the sky is stained with blood, killing all the evil spirits. Mo Daoqing is innocent and innocent. He can be carefree when he can. His face is full of vicissitudes of life, but his heart is ageless, and his smile is ruthless. There is no virtue in the sky and no justice in the earth. It is better to have no mercy than to be ruthless. How can goodness ever be far away from the heart, and when does killing enter the world? See how a generation of killer king stirs up a different world and embarks on a journey to the top in a strange world