chapter 151 Master

Tick ​​tock! A tear fell from Master Changfeng's eyes. The music stopped for a long time, and he was still immersed in that state of mind, unwilling to come out. He saw the battlefield, the flames of war, the waving swords, and the bloody soldiers falling. There is a north wind, a roar, and a cry. This is not fate, but a desolate concerto. After the war, everything was desolate. There was no winner, only blood and corpses, only tears and miserable laughter. Yang Mo breathed a...