Samsara Jade Frost Cold Kyushu

The way of heaven is constant, and all things are stupid. Let me ask, should the fate of a saint who cares about the common people be different from that of an evil villain who brings trouble to the world? After all the agencies have been exhausted and the name is kept anonymous, let me ask again: to save the bloodline and drink poison to quench the thirst, or to continue the country and recognize the thief as the father, who of the two can endure the humiliation and bear the burden more? Falling into reincarnation, cause and effect persist, and I asked again, which one is unforgettable in the dream of the past, the flower house under the moon, and the bamboo horse holding the hand of the world in this life? Yongze clasped Beitang's five fingers tightly and stood at the head of the Wulian River. He held a white sword and two afterimages, looking at the frozen river surface. Three parts of the blood were hiding the bones, and seven parts were covered with ice. At this moment, he was filled with tears, thinking hard about the answer to the question...