She lived in two lives,
Once a man, now a god.
He hates the gods,
But I would like to turn it into her sharp blade.
Sleeping,
Reincarnation.
White roses stained with blood,
Thousands of years later,
Whether it is possible to bloom again.
There's a new guy here, let's take a swipe at him~
Get away~
Thanks to Ye hope for writing a column for us~ [PS: Why is Mao Zhan the first experimental subject to write a column? ! =Dan=
Above~