It is easy to grow old when it is cold in the north, and it will eventually dry up in the south. Weiyun Realm has been around for thousands of years, ruthless and withered, and Huatian is flourishing.
The rocks in the east collapsed and the springs in the west flowed backwards. A thousand islands in a dark prison, thoughts are raining and the wind is blowing, and the world is rising and falling.
The cold plains are thousands of miles away and there is nowhere to go. Walking on the bottom of the river, the wind flows back and forth, and there may be a fairyland in the sky.
The sea is level with a thousand islands, after all. With the blue clouds in my sleeves, I smile proudly for a while, but it is also a mirage.
The rise and fall of the world has happened throughout the ages. If you want to stick to a bamboo stick, every word will be hurt.
This is a prosperous era, no one can deny it.
He is Xing Rang. Who is Xing Rang? Known as the smartest person in the world. The youngest person in the history of the Imperial College offered wine. National idol. A handsome guy.
In fact, he is just an ordinary person, occasionally a little temperamental, occasionally lazy, and occasionally in the limelight. There is nothing he can do. He can live peacefully and prosperously. He can just be a national idol and have a few romantic love affairs.