The swordsman is wielding the sword, the battle is fierce and the wine is drunk, and the general's orders are all broken. Worshiping the marquis, feasting on blood, the country is lonely, the people hate the sky, resentment, resentment, resentment!
Rouge buttons, elegant sleeves, red makeup has been soaked and the blue shirt is wrinkled. Mysterious ice soul, mirror of the bright moon, time flies by, and my return date is far away, think about it, think about it, think about it!
I have changed all the outlines I wrote before, and now I have this version~I think this version is better~