Thousands of years of war and suffering were wiped out under the iron heel of the Qin Dynasty.
All the sounds in the world turned into one person's solo.
But there are always voices that don't fit in with the crowd and scream for freedom.
Everyone has his or her own path, and the friendship never lasts more than a moment.
But there are always people who turn into imprints that cannot be erased in some people's hearts.
Don't listen to my nonsense, it's actually an all-too-drunk OOC article.
I have no idea about the number of people I want to conquer. Please see Chapter 1 for details. I hope someone can give me some suggestions.
Dismantle the official allocation.
Just use your own imagination and generate electricity with love. If you don't like it, don't complain and leave.