C30 First Time in the Martial World

Half drunk, half awake, half awake, and half awake.

As the wine boiled, he mounted his horse and galloped away; the color of blood slowly dyed the floating tassels.

The man holding the sword for a thousand miles was indistinct. He brushed his body and disappeared without a trace.

In the future, his name was known throughout the World Crossing Road, and once he met, a smile would be on his face