The world is very cold, everything is silent, and the numb soul drags its body and howls, but I can only see you telling me that the sun is hot and hot.
... The hurricane blew away the withered grass, the heavy rain ravaged the plains, the lonely fox walking under the moonlight, the monster beast wandering in the barbaric tombs, the desolate dragon lurking in the Zhaheng River and the nameless curse on the border, the dead souls howling in the abyss, mediocre and busy, intersecting into dots of starlight that fell silent on the Milky Way, falling in the eyes of destitute souls, wandering in the wilderness and looking into the distance.
I drink ice on the deserted river, looking as far as the eye can see, like a moth flying into the flame, naming myself your demise...
A group of talkative people with a good temper and a fierce appearance. They are patient and attack × with explosive fighting power. A gentle and cold beauty is a profiteer.
Concept: One hundred ways to raise foxes