The white horse is covered with light fur, fighting and singing, who can see through the life and death among them.
Watching quietly, the clouds in all directions are startled.
After the red plum blossoms have fallen, I can still hear the wind singing, and who is singing the homeland song in harmony.
After singing, the prosperity of the old days is empty.
Mo Zhuo has been wrong for many years, and the unexpected encounter is right or wrong.
Love, hate, hatred, how to pick it up and how to put it down unexpectedly?
After the hustle and bustle, can we hold hands and watch the prosperity of the world side by side?
This is my first time writing a long article, but the writing style is still lacking, the plot is still lacking, the logic is still lacking, and there are pitfalls.
It's really not me who cheated you.