The flowing light is unparalleled in the world. The golden arm and the iron horse, the green shirt is bright and boundless. The fragrance is faint, but the past has been forgotten. Polygonum hair grows in the sky, who can conquer the heart? A hero in troubled times, with overwhelming dominance. When the snow blows and the wind blows, who dares to wipe the edge? In the boundless continent, proudly standing in the Black Mountain, the blue enchantress, with her eyes fixed on the three-life stone, the golden branch and jade evil, and the broad agreement between life and death, who dares to bury you.
It's okay, keep writing.
The writing is okay, ready to gain weight.
Too little, too little written.
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Come on, I hope you continue writing.