The Xiaozhu flute raised its head to look at the moon, and Qin Xingli stopped to seal the sand.
The day is sleepless, purple eyes are burning with fog, and the sky is dark and the sky is full of snow and dust.
Spirit is like ice, fierce like flame, separated by thousands of threads, there are two pairs of good and evil;
Xu Tongshui is as fast as the wind, the spiritual stone is born, and the heaven and earth are thundering.