The wind and dust are psychedelic, blood and tears are intertwined, and one general's achievements lead to thousands of bones drying up.
In the ever-changing twelve kingdoms, with the bright moon in all directions, who is in charge of the ups and downs?
A certain poem solemnly reminds you: It is a complete subversion of the work, and may involve many minefields such as BL. Those who are in trouble should take a detour, and those who are uncomfortable are not allowed to enter, and do not accept bricks. Moreover, a certain poem has only seen the animated version of "The Twelve Kingdoms", and it is inevitable that there will be some differences from the original work. Please 54 it gorgeously!