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the sword laughs at red dust
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Categories: immortal chivalry
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Let it flamboyant smoke and clouds, autumn leaves drifting rain beat the ping pong. The cloth is a joke, cold-eyed smile, frost blade breaks through the sky to raise the world's alarm. I don't love the amber wine in the golden bottle, and I would like to hold the red hand of a beautiful woman. Who wipes the tears with the red sleeve, do not laugh at the red dust sword flying.