Rebirth:Urban Warlord

What's the matter with the sorrow of arrival.

The breeze blows gently, and the weeds in the field bend to one side with the breeze. The stream extending from the lake not far away is also sparkling. The hair of the leaf emperor is blown in front of his face, forming a kind of fierce and elegant handsome.

I remember many years ago today, there was also such a wind, gently blowing the hair in front of the leaf emperor's forehead. At that time, the leaf emperor was still a green and astringent youth.

At the moment, he is just like the tree in front of the small courtyard in the shantytowns of Nancheng. He is gradually tall and straight. No matter the wind and rain, he still stands tall and upright, supporting a sky for his home behind him