Hero's children's chivalry and tenderness, love hate and loathe the sorrows and joys. A son of a great family of soldiers had once been carefree and unrestrained. He had roamed the Qin and the Huai, and had bathed in flowers and flowers.

In one night, he had become destitute and had no one to return. His experience and experience had given him a miserable fate. The exquisite flute of the Floating Blood Sword and the blood moon made him feel embarrassed.