People who are not in authority are trapped in the puzzle. Fake phoenixes and false phoenixes, self-destructive schemes, it is difficult to see the true heart. In troubled times, who will see the old friends again? The flowers and trees have been removed and fallen into mud. The subtle fragrance floats, confusing the eyes
May I ask who owns the world today? Who is this world so passionate about?
This is a true history of blood and tears. What blood? Black dog blood! What tears? Heart-wrenching tears! What history? Funny history! In this chaotic time and space, let our protagonists gallop towards our Avenue of Stars~~~
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I think it's shameful to leave a hole and not fill it up, so I won't do it if I can, but I'm really a fool, alas~