I hope

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the world became a mess.

Guan Yu handed the Qinglong 偃 刀 knife, Jin Ge iron horse.

He called a green dragon, and he raised the chest that I pierced into the place. The hot blood slid down my body, and the dust that was plunged into the ground was thick and glaring, but Guan Yu opened his mouth again. The enemy's chest.

That's right, I am the knife that he holds.

This is the year of the storm, my body is sprinting the taste of blood. But that winter night, the sky is full of goose feathers and snow, I pierced a person's chest again, I hope, I can bury in the snow, not picked up, let the snow wash my red blood.

Guan Yu made another contribution. He took me to the small restaurant to stop, and the figure outside the window walked back and forth. I wondered if I wanted to come in or hesitate. Finally, the door was opened. A man in a war suit came in. The snow on this winter night was very big, and the snow on his shoulder shook slightly with the wind.

"Feather brother - 呃 -" The man's words are not finished, with an unbelievable expression, the moment that Guan Yu pulled out of me fell stiffly. The hot pot of the pot in the hand also sprinkled, my body is covered with cold light, reflecting the sad face of the dead man. That is Guan Yu did not hesitate, piercing the heart straight...

That was Guan Yu’s brother who had said that he wanted to be in trouble. It was only because the enemy team saw him on the battlefield that day. Guan Yu thought that he was treason, and he was determined to kill him, even if he was a brother. I didn't wait until the man came here today to explain the general's life and he mixed into the enemy's intelligence. The hot wine was sprinkled, the snow was still there, and I pierced his heart.

Is it the cause of the snow, his blood is cold.

The sword and the sword, he let me invade the blood all day, I hate that red, hate the smell of soil and blood mixed, more annoying, the unwilling and sad expression of the person I fell down.

I hope that in this troubled world, I can no longer be swayed by Guan Yu to the enemy, and I will be invited to the court. Without blood, there will be less war, and the ambitions of the kings will be annihilated. Then, people will not be willing to be sad and sad.

I hope that I will bury snow in the winter night and will not be picked up. Blood will no longer stain the red warriors' clothes.

Third day: Liu Ruoxian