"Feng Yan"
Han Xie banged the oil-paper umbrella hard, and lightly picked up the peach blossom hairpin with her bare hands.
The assassin's beautiful dress hides his sword, and the prince's arms are full of snow.
"Thinking"
Outside the fortress, there are wild and fast horses, and the Tang Dynasty is full of beautiful flowers.
The fine wine is as transparent as the blood cup, the lamp is dim and the moon is blurred.
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In the dark night, monsters are rampant, and in the prosperous dream, sins are rampant...
"Come, have a drink and enjoy the last part of your life." The assassin smiled sweetly, sending chills all over his body.