There are misty clouds, pavilions and pavilions, and exquisite paintings on the walls. Under the osmanthus tree, one white and one green sit playing chess. The osmanthus is overflowing, and the fragrance is everywhere. The man in white robe asks gently: "Don't you regret that he did this to you?" The cold face of the man in green finally loosened up, and a metal chain on his white ankle was extremely conspicuous. "Although the method is a little different, it's still what I wanted." The man held the black piece and sighed, "You have changed a lot now." The man in green put down the white piece, sleepiness came over him, and slowly leaned on the desk, his voice became smaller and smaller, with a lingering sound, "When you meet purple... You will know, ..." When he was wondering and wanting to ask, an irrepressible breath touched him. What caught his eyes was a slender figure dressed in mysterious clothes, a handsome face, and a cold breath hit his face. He leaned over and picked up the sleeping man, and his long silky hair brushed against his arm as he moved. , A gust of breeze blows by, the fog rises, the hair is entangled, and it freezes into the painting, like a shadow.
A strange fragrance came, and the man in white couldn't help but feel incredible. Shock came to his heart for a moment, and he murmured "Qianli Mian..." With an inexplicable smile and relief. I really don't understand what they were thinking, that's all, that's all...
Trapped dragon, trapped dragon, I don't know what kind of dragon I am trapped in, and what kind of situation I am trapped in.