Drunk Dakini

Also known as "The end of the world is so lonely and drunk": Eighteen years ago, on a dark and windy night, a martial arts family was wiped out overnight. A pair of "brothers" were separated, and a divine sword was broken into two pieces. The truth sank into the abyss, and hatred grew wildly in the bones and blood. He, a young man from the dust, was unruly and unruly, with a broken sword in his hand. He only asked one answer: Whose fault was that night? He is mysterious and scheming, wandering between the shadows of the court and the whirlpool of the demonic cult. They pursue the same murder case, but they stand on opposite sides of the truth. Alienation is the armor, temptation is the blade. The enemy's face is hidden under the skin of an old friend. The closer we get to the truth, the more we become enemies. Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, you prefer to travel to the tiger mountains - there are some answers that you have to uncover with your own hands even at the risk of your life. Until she came - burning like mountains and rivers, shining like stars, like a ray of light splitting in the bloody rivers and lakes. He has lived a life of self-denial, distrusting neither heaven nor man, but trusting the glimmer in her eyes; She risked her life to protect him, not avoiding the blade or the arrow, only avoiding the slightest wound between his eyebrows. He was guarding in the dark, afraid of being a step too late, and the sky was far apart; She broke out in the open, afraid that if he was hurt, the earth would shake. He gave her a suit of armor to ward off the cold arrows of the world; She returned him the same line of return, which warmed him even though he had been cold for half a lifetime. When we are side by side, we give our whole heart and gallbladder; Everywhere I look back is my heart. ——The battle in this life is nothing but each other; The destination of this life is none other than the other party. The lonely smoke in the desert, the cold night rain on the river. From being wary of each other to trusting each other in life and death, people who licked blood on the tip of the knife finally learned to leave a light for each other. There is nothing to fear in the rivers, lakes and seas. Who will accompany you for thousands of miles?