When we first met him, it was a dark, windy, silent night. He was covered in blood and his face was messy. Oh my God! This, this, this, is this a rhythm that is going to scare people to death?
When we met again, he turned from an amnesiac facial paralysis into a lofty emperor, God! Is this the rhythm of a counterattack?
Please take a look at the little thing between a modern time travel girl and the ancient puppet emperor! ! !
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