Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

The darker the night in the city of the sky, the brighter the lights, the more the desires of millions of people are illuminated at a glance.

Sing as you sing, dance as you dance.

In a remote tavern, the candles flickered on and off, reflecting a few figures who used alcohol to drown their sorrows.

Among them, the brown-eyed man with unshaven beard and oil stains sticks to it, chewing the mutton in his mouth, and whispering:

Everyone said, what should we do now?

Everyone tore the bones of the sheep, their faces were depressed

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