Time passes like flowing water. In an ancient city, snowflakes flew, and it didn't take long for the ancient city to be covered with a layer of silver frost. In the light of a ray of sunshine. It seems, it's so beautiful. Xing is too far away Xing Xian hated a man who was too far away, sitting on top of a city tower, staring blankly ahead, as if waiting for something. As time passed, the snow gradually obscured his body. Suddenly, in the distance, a figure with an ink-colored long sword on its back quietly appeared. ... Gang hatred and strange sail ghosts

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