Duguzi Mausoleum

There is a kind of loneliness that is indescribable. Because it comes from deep within the soul. Zi Ling said: My sword is a killing sword. My sword is not for looking at. His sword is a killing sword. Following the hurried afterglow, a road home seems particularly cordial in the eyes of most people. But the slender shadow never had this thought at all. In his heart, there was only one word: sword. The moonlight is like water, but people remain the same. The heart of swordsmanship will never die, and the heart of loneliness will never die. He is still lonely. Zi Ling. A different person, in a different world. His only relative was besieged and killed. He vowed revenge. So he took up the sword in the rivers and lakes. The leader of the largest gang in the rivers and lakes once commented on him, "Wherever the snow flies, not a blade of grass grows." How should he choose when he faces betrayal and conspiracy? He endured the pain, loneliness, and loneliness that others cannot endure... Can he take revenge and can he meet his true love... Please pay attention... Rejection of this book 11. .