Chapter 1132 (2/2)

Xuanyuanche, you are too cruel, too cruel.

Cover your face with sleeves, and lie straight on the hillside after the Ryukyu Dynasty.

The blood red eyes raised a touch of intoxication.

People say that wine is not intoxicating. People are intoxicated by themselves. It's not a good amount of alcohol, but that sometimes people want to be intoxicated.

The whimpering came from the lonely hillside.

It's not crying. It's a sad sign of a lone wolf losing his partner.

Night, very quiet;

month, very cold.

The quiet light, unspeakable sadness.

The low sob melts slowly under the cold moon, the slow silence.

Slowly disappeared under the cold moon, only the wind whistling around, and the rustling sound of grass leaves being blown.

Such a sound makes the night more and more quiet.

The people on the hillside seemed to be asleep.