Xianzhou Apocalypse

The night is heavy, Jun Xiaoxiao is full of dead bones, and the tombs are dense. The man burst into tears. If the old days come back, I will definitely pick up the sword! The past, right and wrong, pure and turbid, I swallow them all together! Tears from the past life, blood from the past life, cold wind blowing, the young man returns. The autumn wind is bleak, blowing dreams of Xianzhou.