The past that was buried by the wind and sand in Mobei thousands of years ago finally wakes up after a thousand years.
Is the curse of God that the ancient city carries is love or hate?
The green bamboo flute has never changed its appearance; just like myself, I have never aged.
I have been wandering in the world for thousands of years, but I still haven't found you.
I forgot everything, lost everything, only this green bamboo flute remained.
In a dead city in the desert, will I ever get an answer?
Pre-collection of the beautiful article "Silver Dragon Poetry" written by Huantufeng Dan (click on the column to see it) and the copy is as follows:
This is the story of a man and a dragon
A man is a person who loves tarot cards (and fights with them); a dragon is a dragon that always takes human form
Humans are troubadours who travel around the world with a piccolo (and weapon) on their waists (wrong); dragons are knights on horses (then you are wrong)
Laurel, the ill-fated (and unpopular) little prince of the Bauhinia Kingdom; Noah, the Silver Dragon King who is supported by all the dragons in the Dragon Valley (so he is dictatorial)
A mage who uses high-level magic to turn reality into reality contracts with the silver dragon with his dual attributes of space and fire.
The dragon picked up its contractor, and humans instantly heard that another princess had been robbed by the dragon, so a large wave of humans started a dungeon to defeat the dragon and save the princess.
Noah: "As expected of human beings who are known for their stupidity, participating in such a stupid game."
Subordinate: "Your Highness Laurel..."
Noah: "Of course he's not included in that."
Subordinate: "No, King, what I want to say is that His Highness Laurel also went."
Noah: "..."