From a Hundred Plays, Trickery Becomes an Immortal

"How can this be false?" The boy's blush was stronger than all the words of love. Cao Mo was alone with his sword in his hand, drifting in a small boat on the river, overwhelming the heroes and the immortals and retreating. He was dripping with cold sweat and sighed softly. Cao Mo held the sword again and wandered around again. The crowd rose up, and everyone died amid the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword. There is a saying: "True is also false, and false is also true." "Baby, you're obsessed."