Wuyuanjie

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; Those were the years of wisdom, those were the years of blindness; It was a time of great confidence, it was a time of great doubt; It was the season when the sun shone, it was the season when darkness shrouded; It was a spring full of hope, it was a winter of despair; There is nothing before us, there is nothing before us; We are all going straight to heaven, we are all going straight to hell. The warrior became angry and his blood spattered thousands of miles. I have a gun to look down on all races.