One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 47 Freshmen [big chapter for subscription, monthly pass]

Snow kept falling.

Li Wan was galloping in the cold night, but from time to time he reined in the rein and looked back, the outline of the city wall gradually disappeared from his sight.

She only stayed for less than four months, and she was a little uncomfortable with the world outside the isolated city.

The shadow of the soul is as light as catkins, fluttering in the wind.

Li Wan felt sad, he should not have told him the news of Carpenter Qin's death.

"Can you carry me on your back?"

A hoarse and exhausted voice came from before the horse, and the figure turned into a wisp of mist and attached to the blade of the blood sword.

The swords were put into the box, Li Wan silently carried the two sword boxes, and the horse galloped in the rolling yellow sand.

She has a lot to ask.

Since he can possess the blood sword, can't he really try to take away his physical body?

Reluctant to show your face, do you not want to receive the glory you deserve, or are you afraid that those who see you will feel guilty?
With complicated emotions, she only asked in a low voice:
"Will you come back?"

"Yes, Kucha City is my home." Gu Chang'an whispered, and the sword box returned to a long silence.

Li Wan didn't speak any more, Qiju was going fast, she actually wanted to slow down to let Gu Changan see the scenery along the way, but she was afraid that it would be too late.

After crossing thousands of miles of desert in seven days, there are no barbarians in the Western Regions, and they all fled and scattered during the battle. In the past, the great masters of the Central Plains were in a dangerous place, but now ordinary practitioners can come and go freely.

At the Yumen pass, the flags of the Central Plains are buzzing, and the pillar of shame that has weighed on the hearts of the Chinese nation for decades has become a triumphant pass!
A long wall was built high at the pass, and hundreds of soldiers patrolled the beacon tower with guns and halberds.

The Empress was too easy, and had already forged the Lu Yin lottery. The sentry guards took over and inspected carefully, and finally asked in a deep voice:
"You came from the extreme west, you should have passed through Qiucha City, right?"

The soldier's face was dark, and his mouth and nose were chapped by the wind and sand. When he asked this question, his eyes were full of expectation.

"En." Li Wan nodded.

"And then?" the soldier asked anxiously.

"I saw the shadow of the soul at the top of the city, and it didn't leave."

"That's good, that's good." The soldier showed a simple and honest smile, then waved his arms and left, "Come on!"

The Empress drove her horse away and murmured in an inaudible voice:

"Welcome home."

There was no reply from the sword box, but she knew that Gu Changan was looking at the land of Shenzhou.

……

At the end of November, the official post in Lantian County, Guanzhong, was only forty miles away from Chang'an City.

There was a heavy rain, and the empress held the sword box and watched the misty rain. Under the eaves, the sound of the water curtain flowing down the tiles into the ditch could be heard tick-tock.

She hated this sound very much, it seemed like the missing clock in the Golden Palace, constantly reminding her that time was passing.

The mist in the box was as weak as a candle before the wind.

Many passers-by covered their heads with their hands and ran into the eaves to hide from the rain, and some knight-errants talked freely.

All of a sudden, there were bursts of thunder, and lightning followed one after another, dancing like silver snakes in the rain.

A long river flows through the heavy sky, and the majestic air is rubbed and stirred between the rules of heaven and earth, glowing with brilliant colors.

The awe-inspiring spirit is upright!
From Jiangnan Road, pass through the Guanzhong Plain, and arrive at Yanmen Pass on the Great Wall!

The man hiding from the rain under the eaves was dumbfounded, his eyes filled with shock, the long river was fleeting, dispelling the cloudy sky.

"Master of the academy has opened half of the gate of heaven..." A swordsman was so excited that he looked up to the sky and shouted:
"Congratulations to China's first land god."

"This is a sign of the prosperity of our Central Plains nation. Use your awe-inspiring righteousness to cut off the thorns in the road ahead!"

Everyone's hearts were surging, and the silent river was like the low roar of a dragon taking off.

There is no abyss, no previous experience, we Chinese people can try to open the gate of heaven with our own efforts!

"Congratulations..." The empress twitched the corners of her mouth, this scene relieved her depression and pain for many days.

The master of the academy succeeded in one fell swoop.

The birth of land gods in the Central Plains does not represent the balance of top combat power, and more importantly, it proves that even without the blessing of heaven, they can still stand on top.

In the new era, the Chinese nation is backward, without the majestic physique under the aura of heaven and earth, and without the magic weapon of endless abyss.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten.

But the Central Plains will definitely be able to catch up bravely!

"If he's still alive..." A lady was dazed.

The passionate atmosphere under the eaves came to an abrupt end, and everyone was downcast.

The vast river is not the most shocking scene they have ever seen, I remember it in an ordinary evening.

The seven-colored sword of national destiny hangs the corpse of the barbarian, and circles all over the land of China!
Unforgettable forever, deeply imprinted in the heart.

If Gu Chang'an hadn't become a lonely soul, he also had the talent to shake Kunlun, even more radiant than the vision of the academy master.

If the Central Plains knew about the lonely city earlier, if the flag had not been deceived, if the white hair and red robe stood in the sunshine of Chang'an City, that would be the most exciting day in the Central Plains!
It's a pity that there is no if in the world.

"The situation is extremely difficult. Ever since Gu Chang'an wrote a series of humiliating songs of the Central Plains, we have never heard any good news. Today, I congratulate the master of the academy on being promoted to a land god. It should be a good idea!"

A merchant with a bulging forehead like a birthday guy laughed heartily, and took out a pot of unopened apricot blossom wine from the cart.

But it was handed over, but no one wanted to pick it up.

Suddenly mentioning that man, no matter how excited my heart is, it will turn into sorrow, where can I drink and have fun.

"Heaven favors the wild dog and calls it a new world. Although Master is a land god, he is also within the order of heaven. It is hard to imagine that he can subvert the abyss."

"The sky net is sparse and sparse, but only the fish that slip through the net can overwhelm the river and smash the order. It is the righteousness of the nation that killed the guardian of the old world. Pindao would rather fail in the battle of the Western Regions and lose the Northwest in the Central Plains than care about the hero's body Perishing, this is an extremely wrong decision!!"

A Taoist priest holding a dust whisk looked sad. Of course he knew that Gu Yingxiong had saved hundreds of thousands of families by himself, but in the long run, it must be the death of the Central Plains!
"Yes, this suffering can be avoided completely. The whole nation buried Gu Yingxiong with their own hands!"

"You guys..." The merchant's arms froze in the air, showing a bitter smile, and sighed:
"Not only did I participate in the transportation of food in the Western Regions, but I also witnessed Gu Yingxiong with my own eyes."

"The sound of the drums shook the sky, the millions of soldiers were silent, and a ghostly figure stood tall at the top of the city. At that moment, my heart stopped beating. It was an incomparable scene."

Everyone held their breath and focused, that should also be the loneliest scene.

"Like countless people from the Central Plains, I feel guilty, but seeing the smile on Gu Yingxiong's black mist-condensed face, I slowly began to understand."

"He doesn't need the nation to indulge in pain at all. He doesn't want to see the common people's faces full of sadness when the name Gu Chang'an is mentioned."

Perhaps because he was worried that his shallow analysis would make everyone laugh, Shangjia smiled awkwardly while speaking.

Everyone looked complicated, and took the apricot blossom wine from the merchant one after another, thanked them and paid for the wine.

"Have you heard of the prophecy of the barbarian wizard Heralds?" The swordsman changed the subject and talked about the rumors that have been raging recently.

The merchant nodded in agreement:

"It is said that the willpower of our nation will usher in a surge, which is seven times higher than the last time. The rumors are well-founded."

"Is it the master of the academy who knocked on the gate of heaven?" You Xia was dubious.

The swordsman was silent, obviously not.

He had two passionate moments, and two times he had the urge to bite the wild dog immediately.

One is to learn that the isolated city of Wanli has stood firm for 63 years, slaughtered thousands of troops with one sword, and defended China's territory with one's own strength.

The second is Huaguixiong Zhenshanhe!
Tell the Central Plains in a way that subverts cognition, even if you die, you will not change your obsession with protecting your homeland. !

These two times are the power of national will, both of which were caused by that man.

Besides him, who can make the Central Plains explode again?

But he has...

"The barbarians are probably planning a conspiracy." The swordsman sighed.

It must be a rumor deliberately released by the holy city. Even if there is a prophecy, if the abyss wants to hide it, how can the outside world know?
The reasons for this can even be pondered by ordinary people.

How big is the expectation, how big will be the disappointment!
The prophecy spread throughout the Central Plains like migratory locusts passing through the border, and the people's appetites were whetted, and they were all praying for the prophecy to come true. If nothing happened at that time, they would suffer heavy blows.

The barbarians just want to disintegrate the resistance confidence of the people of the Central Plains. With a ten-fold gap in territory and a ten-fold population gap, if the Central Plains hadn't sworn to support them, most of them might have fallen by now.

So confidence is very important.

When the heavy rain stopped, Li Wan led the qiju tied to the station and galloped in the drizzle.

She knew the prophecies of Herades better than anyone else.

Yi Jiangnan, who was practicing in the castle, sent back a secret letter, confirming that the wizard paid the price of his life for calculating this prophecy.

Skyrocketed seven times.

She hoped that the prophecy would come true, and even more that it would be a miracle created by Gu Changan, but the mist that dissipated in the wind reminded her all the time.

going soon.

……

……

After the rain, the sky cleared, and a majestic blue-yellow city wall appeared in the distance. Under the sun, the upper edge of the city glowed with gold, as if an invisible goldsmith poured thick molten gold for the 2000-year-old city.

"You still don't want to show your face." Li Wan lowered her eyes, she hoped to welcome Gu Chang'an back to her hometown with the most solemn ceremony, even if she was buried in the Hall of Heroes, it should be grand.

Instead of hiding in the sword box.

"There are many children in Chang'an City. Don't cast a shadow on them with my ghostly appearance."

Li Wan was silent when he heard the words, and walked into the city of Chang'an, which he was so familiar with.

The plum blossoms on both sides of the long street are in bud, and the rest of the tree trunks are bare and lifeless.

If it is spring, as long as there is room at the entrance to the city, it will be full of kapok bauhinia, gardenia peonies and various flowers that cannot be named. That is the most beautiful time of the year in Chang'an City.

It seems that in his life, he is not allowed to see perfect and beautiful things.

"Go slowly." Gu Changan whispered.

Li Wan carried the sword box on his back and walked aimlessly on the bustling long street.

The smelly stalls filled with sesame seed wonton and chicken soup Hoto filled the market with the sound of shouting one after another.

The people in the market are full of tourists, fish and dragons are mixed together, and it is a peaceful scene.

"Let's go, take me to meet my relatives." After walking for half an hour, Gu Chang'an suddenly spoke.

"Meet Aunt Guo first, and see if she is doing well."

Li Wan nodded, that was Mrs. Guo's daughter, walked along Zhuque Long Street and walked into Anyifang Alleyway, and after a while, there were a few yellow dogs lying down and dozing in the alley outside Guo's Mansion.

Her expression paled in an instant, like white paper money blowing in the wind.

The lanterns of the mansion were replaced with white ones, and the banners of calling back souls were blowing loudly. From the mourning hall, a Taoist priest’s long, heartbreaking voice came from the mourning hall:
"Return of the soul..."

Li Wan walked into the mourning hall in a daze, some relatives from the other side of the house wore sackcloth and filial piety to guard the coffin, and people offered incense one after another.

Gu Chang'an's heart was already numb, he just felt tired.

"Why did you die?" Li Wan stared blankly at a woman in filial piety.

The woman handed over a stick of incense and said in a mournful voice:
"The wish to return to her hometown is over. She said that she has no future to live, so... she drank poisoned wine and committed suicide."

"Have only enjoyed the blessings for a few days, and you will die, leaving us poor people behind."

Perhaps it was not the person in the coffin that mourned, but herself.

The husband searched through the genealogy to find a relationship. Anxi's widow status was highly respected by the court, and she wanted to get rich, but she didn't know that the old woman couldn't think about it.

"There is no rush... There is no rush." ​​Li Wan muttered to himself, always feeling that this coffin was too cruel to Gu Changan.

"That's right. She said that she knew nothing except burning corpses and cooking. She cooked a bunch of dishes in the house all day long, talking crazily about Chang'an, eat quickly. Before she died, she kept saying "I'm sorry."

"She knows that once she leaves, she will be sorry for our relatives."

The woman babbled, seemingly full of resentment.

Li Wan Jingxiang then turned around and left, and asked in a low voice in a remote alley:
"Are you saying I'm sorry?"

"Yes." Gu Changan smiled, maybe talking can relieve the pain, and it is rare for him to open the chatterbox.

"I was delivered by Aunt Guo. My mother had a difficult delivery and begged her child to be strangled before she died."

"It's a boy. My mother doesn't want to see me die in battle, so she wants to die with her."

"Aunt Guo left cruelly in her infancy. She felt that if there was an extra boy in Gucheng, there would be more hope of defending the city."

Li Wan's heart constricted suddenly, his eyes were red.

"You must think that someone told me about this, but it's not, I saw it with my own eyes."

"I watched my mother die in childbirth, but there was nothing I could do. People often say that a child born without crying is a monster. I cried and cried because I watched my mother die."

"How sad, isn't it?"

Gu Changan laughed hysterically, and the weird sound of the sword box made the old yellow dog bark vigilantly.

This was the most unbearable memory, and he hated himself for being born conscious.

Just because I clearly remembered how Aunt Guo took good care of me, seeing her lying quietly in the coffin, boundless pain swept over me.

Li Wan's blood seemed to be stagnated in a canyon with nowhere to go, cold sweat suddenly oozes from her pale skin, she struggled to open her mouth to breathe, and still felt that there was a weight on her heart.

The cruelest torture in the world is nothing more than this!
"Take you to visit Xiao Luoyang." She forced a smile.

Suddenly, I felt that the extinction of the soul might be the real liberation. For one day in the world, the past memories will continue to invade, unable to forget, unable to be sealed.

……

Chang'an Academy.

A dark-skinned child wearing a pair of jackets was sitting upright. He was much thinner than his peers, so he sat in the front row of the study.

"Mu Luoyang, let me test you."

"The Master said: quality wins over writing, then wildness, writing wins over quality, then history, gentleness and gentleness, and then gentleman, which one comes from the Analects of Confucius?"

The Confucian master wearing a bamboo crown looked at the dark child.

Xiao Luoyang stood up abruptly, babbled for a while, and finally blushed and said:

"Master, I'm too stupid."

Cheerful laughter came from the bookstore.

"What are you laughing at?" The Confucian teacher looked around at the children with a straight face, and then said sternly:

"Hand out!"

Picking up the ruler, he gently greeted Xiao Luoyang's palm a few times, it was just a symbolic punishment.

He knows the origin of the child, so he usually takes care of it.

"From "The Analects of Confucius·Yong Ye Pian", it means that only with a balance of literary talent and simple character can one become a true gentleman."

"Sit down."

Confucian teachers earnestly taught.

"I see." Xiao Luoyang nodded and sat down.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the Confucian teacher handed over the notes to Mu Luoyang, gave a few instructions and left.

Xiao Luoyang took out an egg from the cloth bag, tapped it on the corner of the table a few times, then peeled off the shell, and put the egg into his mouth.

He stared at the scroll, chewing slowly in his mouth.

"Muluoyang country bumpkins, treat eggs as treasure." The child behind him raised his head and made a grimace.

Xiao Luoyang turned a blind eye to it, and slowly flipped through his book until he found a peach blossom sandwiched between the pages.

It was picked when I left home, and it was withered and shriveled.

His lips moved, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Brother Gu, I eat well and dress warmly. I have a lot of good-looking clothes and shoes. The elders I know take good care of me. They are good at everything, but I miss you very much."

"You've never eaten eggs, I eat them all day long."

"By the way, Grandpa Qin hanged himself to death. Aunt Guo died of drinking a few days ago. She told me to study hard and practice martial arts. I can become a famous big shot without relying on Anxi's status."

"I will do it, and you expect me to do it too."

Xiao Luoyang's face was tense, and he buried his head in his arms and sobbed silently.

Brother Gu, why did they commit suicide? Everything is alright now.

"Crybaby!" The child behind poked his back and teased.

Li Wan outside the window listened to the ridicule and said in a low voice:
"Tong Yan Wuji, I will arrange the Royal Library for him."

Gu Changan's weak voice was calm:

"No need, he is from Anxi, he will not be easily knocked down."

"Go to the Hall of Heroes to pay homage to Grandpa Qin and fulfill the last wish he made for me."

"En." Li Wan looked at Xiao Luoyang again, then picked up the sword box and left.

It was because of a letter from Carpenter Qin that Gu Changan was willing to come to Chang'an City. After that?

Should he go back to the isolated city in the Western Regions, or stay in Chang'an until he disappears?
……

The Hall of Heroes is located next to the Taimiao, and it is crowded like a wave, and many people have traveled thousands of miles to come to worship.

There is a huge altar above the corridor, and the heart of the altar is burning with flames.

"The feat of the heroic soul is passed on from generation to generation."

"The wind can't be extinguished, the rain can't be extinguished!"

"In those days of confusion and darkness, the people couldn't see the light, so they ignited themselves, forming the eternal spiritual flame of the Chinese nation!!"

The crowd kowtowed in front of the hall and made fierce speeches from time to time.

Li Wan walked through the spiritual seats and stayed in front of some names for a while.

"There are too many people to worship, so I simply don't want to worship, and go to Grandpa Qin."

A weak voice came from the sword box.

The long corridor of the Hall of Heroes, Li Wan explained as he walked:

"He said that he didn't die in the battle, and that he was cowardly by hanging himself, so he asked the court not to place the spirit tablet in a conspicuous place, it's shameless."

Gu Chang'an replied calmly: "Grandpa Qin was originally a crossbowman with perfect arrows, but his right arm was cut off by the barbarians."

After speaking, he floated out of the sword box, and the hazy mist was almost gone, and he found Qin Dazhuang's name in the farthest corner.

Li Wanxun walked away in panic, leaving him a space to be alone.

"Grandpa Qin, you always emphasized that you were called Carpenter Qin. You thought your name was rustic, but you can't still engrave a pseudonym on the spiritual tablet, right? It's just that since the first time I met you, you have been skinny and have never been strong."

"You old man, you forced me to come to the Central Plains before you die. Your plan has succeeded."

"I can't go down with you for the time being."

Gu Changan smiled, and whispered a story that had never been told before:
"I walked through Yumen Pass, I saw the Yellow River, I passed Songshan and Huashan, and I came to the city of Chang'an that we all miss."

"Do you believe that I come from China two hundred years after 1000? It only takes an hour for our descendants to travel from the Yellow River to Yumen Pass."

"Which land god can do it?"

"But I'm terrified. The Yellow River is still the same river, and the Huashan Mountain is still the same mountain. If China is destroyed and the Central Plains is occupied by barbarians, will there be any descendants? Are there still mountains and rivers?"

"Destiny has given me extraordinary abilities, and also given me a mission."

"It seems to be telling me, Gu Chang'an, you can't fall down yet, you have to keep going until you drive out the barbarians."

"I saw hardworking farmers, I saw tireless embroiderers, I also saw thousands of little Luoyangs studying in schools, and I saw every ordinary person struggling to make ends meet."

"Can I just disappear? I feel guilty, damn guilty!"

"This is the reason why I am afraid to come to the Central Plains, but you are forcing me to die!"

Gu Changan was so painful that his soul shadow kept twitching, but his voice still had a trembling smile:
"When I came, it was devastated, and when I left, there should be beautiful rivers and mountains."

"I want future generations to be able to say that this prosperous world is as you wish when they mention the name Gu Chang'an."

"So I'm going to recast my body, I'm going to slaughter barbarians endlessly, but I'm really sad."

"After so much suffering, I finally fulfilled my mission, but I still have to keep fighting. Every time I was injured and recovered, I was tortured in pieces. I can't recall the pain."

"Without your letter, I would not have come to the Central Plains. When peace and prosperity come, I will definitely go down and scold you."

"You guys are so cruel. Since I was a child, I have been told to protect the lonely city and fight for the backbone of the nation. After I have worked so hard to do it, you have passed away one by one. Let me bear the pain of constant bereavement, let me Alone."

After a long silence, Gu Changan didn't speak again.

Sudden.

"Just a little bit of weather," he said.

The voice is soft, but powerful and sure, as if every word is blood spurted from the soul.

"Let's go!" The mist left the spiritual seat, as calm as a lake that could not wave.

He is going to the Holy City of the Barbarian Kingdom.

Since it is necessary to recast the body, it is far from enough to rely on the barbarians on the frontier. They can only go to the Holy City to slaughter them. It may fail, but this is the only way.

Li Wan stood quietly not far away. Seeing the fog coming, he didn't hand out the sword box immediately, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Where do you want to go?"

Gu Changan was silent.

He wasn't sure if he could successfully recast his body, so he gave no hope to others. Without hope, there would be no loss.

"Thank you for your company." After he finished speaking, he floated out of the Hall of Valor, and the fog was so light that ordinary people could no longer see it.

Heartbroken, Li Wan followed out in a daze, and rose up in the air parallel to the fog.

She didn't know what would happen, but she still wanted to walk with him for a while longer, as if parting would never come.

……

In the middle of the night, a city stands majestically on the border of Tang and Zhao. Li Wan is standing at the gate of the city with a sword box in hand. She promised Gu Chang'an that she would only send it here.

"If you still feel indebted, just be a good king. Your words and deeds in the Golden Temple can change the fate of the people."

Gu Changan's voice is no longer weak. If he is alive, he will return to the lonely city. Home will always be home, but if he is alive, he will be feared by the barbarians, and he will give the common people a shelter.

Li Wan pursed his lips tightly, his black hair was scattered and his eyes were red and swollen, "No one cared about it during life, and you don't want anyone to know about it after death?"

Gu Changan stopped talking.

At this time, there was a sharp scolding sound from the top of the city.

An old farmer who wanted to enter the city carried two packs of charcoal and was pushed out by the guards.

The charcoal seller fell to the ground, without shoes, wrapped his feet in rags, and his ankles were covered with maggots.

"The sale of charcoal is prohibited in the city, confiscated!"

The guard with the scarred face was righteous and his words were unquestionable. He ordered the soldiers to take away two packs of charcoal.

After finishing speaking with a cold face:
"Get up! Where did you go back and forth!"

The merchants outside the city felt pity when they saw this, but they were afraid of the might of the soldiers and did not dare to show up.

"I... I only have two packs of charcoal. I want to buy two old hens for my grandson. Can you not...?" The charcoal seller panted heavily, tears streaming out of his eyes.

"Count to three."

The guard drew his sword.

The charcoal seller looked ashamed, so he had to act like begging for mercy, and kept talking about not wanting charcoal anymore.

"Here are two pennies for you." The guard took out two copper coins from his waist and threw them over, teaching the charcoal seller:

"Don't come to sell charcoal again in the future, forget it this time, next time hang at the city gate and whip!"

"Okay, okay..." The charcoal seller was so touched that he wanted to bend down and bow after picking up the money, but his legs may hurt, so he sat on the ground trembling again, and finally staggered away.

No matter how difficult it is for Li Wan to contain his fury, the cold sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and it was about to take the head of the guard.

Gu Changan did everything he could for the common people, Li Shu, just to let him witness the scene of the common people being oppressed?
The sudden killing intent made the guard with the scar face shudder, kneeling down and begging for mercy before the sword fell.

"How dare you oppress the people like this? Is it because the taxes are exhausted and there is not enough to serve the soldiers, or is it caused by your own greed? You don't even spare the old farmers two packs of charcoal. Does the business know what you are doing?"

Li Wan's tone was dark.

Merchants outside the city applauded one after another. They dared to call Emperor Zhao by his first name. His status must not be simple. Corrupt officials and insects must be punished!

"I'm wronged!" The guard was sweating profusely, and quickly signaled the soldiers to pour out two packs of charcoal:
"It's burnt wood."

The charcoal on the ground is obviously just some burnt wood.

"That old farmer has gone mad for a long time. It was the wild dogs that released the poisonous gas in our country of Zhao, and many frail and sick old people went crazy."

"The grandson that the charcoal seller was talking about was hacked to death and eaten by him two days ago."

"I didn't let him go to the city because I was afraid that he would be retaliated by his son and daughter-in-law. His grandfather has eaten his grandson, and the human tragedy of son killing his father can no longer happen!"

The guard finished speaking in one breath out of fear, and when he saw the cold sword hanging above his head disappear, he said sadly:
"These savage dogs come and go whenever they want, and use the plunder and massacre of the people as their military exploits to torture the people of our Zhao country."

There was a dead silence outside the city.

Hangshang went from horror to horror, and finally became numb.

God bless the Central Plains...

What is the crime of the common people, so that God is like this? !
Li Wan's expression was gloomy, and he looked down at the sword box, his heart suddenly fell into the cliff.

The fog is gone.

Did you leave quietly?
or perish...

The merchants entered the city one after another, but Li Wan stood alone outside the city, silently staring at the sky, she stood there for a long time.

……

PS: Double the monthly pass, ask for a thick face, ask for a monthly pass...

(End of this chapter)