Sighing on the road to immortality, if it were a lifeline, I would not draw a blue sky or draw a paper kite
Swear great ambitions, determine the fate of the past life, and have boundless dreams in the three thousand worlds
Singing eternal hatred, lamenting the cold Chan Juan, a touch of loess breaks up the marriage
Walking on a bumpy road, caressing people's faces, the last painting of the world of mortals brings beauty to beauty
The scrap copywriting material above was found at Zhetian Bar.
This is an old trap. Let's add a new one.