Sword Love Sword Love

Feihong with a long sword depicts several vicissitudes of life. Hengdao laughed wildly, showing how much edge he had. There was a bit of obsession and a bit of melancholy. All the records of the past are nothing but a ridiculous thing. … Night! Snowy night! The wind has become wild and the snow has become a monster. I want to slow down all things in the world. On the empty plains of Mobei, a small inn under a low hill is helplessly accepting the thousand blows given to it by nature. "Stay here at Fengting." Under the angry wind lamp, four rather scrawled characters groaned silently on a cracked plaque. The plaque flapped rapidly and slowly in the strong wind. Just like the proprietress Liu Fei at this time, she was biting her red lips, sitting astride Wan Jianqing's legs, her body shaking, precariously.