On the eve of taking office, they sang and had a feast, but unexpectedly there was a hidden murderous intention.
Old friends meet again, swords and swords are facing each other, can they remain the same?
Rong withers and turns, changes occur one after another, but there is a sense of righteousness.
Sighing, I went to Xiaogu to answer the official duties and walked around Malantai. In this busy life, who can be more understanding and comfort me.
Conception: