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. Osmanthus flowers are overflowing, and the fragrance is everywhere. The man in white robe asks gently and elegantly: "Don't you regret that he did this to you?" The cold face of the man in green finally loosened up and moved his ankle. The metal buckle rang in response: "Although the method is a little different, it still works as expected." The man held the black piece and sighed: "You have changed a lot now!" The man in green played the white chess piece and slowly leaned on the case. His voice became smaller and smaller, with a hint of sleepiness. "When you encounter purple... You will know..." He was wondering and wanted to ask. At that moment, an irrepressible aura touched him. He was dressed in mysterious clothes, with a slender figure and a handsome face. A cold aura hit his face. He leaned forward and picked up the sleeping man. His long, silky hair brushed against his arm as he moved. A gust of breeze blew by, the mist rose and the hair was tangled, frozen in a painting, like a shadow.
A strange fragrance came, and the man in white couldn't help but change his color. He was in disbelief. Shock suddenly came to his heart, 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.