Three lifetimes of keeping a promise of a thousand pieces of gold, nine deaths will not give you an inch of heart.
The sea is vast and the colorful clouds are deep. The memory of the world is better than Yaochen.
Bewildered and confused, hate for a hundred days, hate for a thousand months, love for thousands of years.
The soul is flying and the soul is scattered, just looking for beauty.
The demon descended to the nine heavens, only for the calamity of the mortal world.
The blue sea loves the sky, but there are many disasters.
Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, the experience in the world is like a spring dream.
It was only when I woke up that I made a mistake, but it turned out that I was wrong for a thousand years.
He is as white as snow, as red as fire, as purple as evil, and as ghostly as ghosts. . . . . .
There are many shadows and fog, and the authorities are most confused. Who is the disaster?
There is no H plot, and the literary talent is not outstanding. It is purely for self-entertainment.