Black clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the golden scales of armor are opening towards the sun.
The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple.
A half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.
I will report to you on the golden stage and support Yulong to die for you.
In troubled times, it is so difficult to realize the small wish of a few good friends to be together forever. He just wants them to be together forever.
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