As the next boss of the world, he is unparalleled in his elegance and color. He is dressed in black clothes with light silver patterns and turns around to be the old man in the world;
Biyi smiled at him as gentle as jade, and the sword behind his elegant back pointed at the vicissitudes of life and smiled at the world of mortals.
He vowed to devote his whole life to restoring prosperity in his life. He talked and laughed freely, and guided the country to kill and make decisions.
The confrontation between trust and betrayal, the softness in the heart is always an unspeakable embarrassment.
Drunk and lying in the world of mortals, I see thousands of layers of gauze rising, and the green clothes are all prosperous. The slanting light is like smoke and the setting sun is like blood, and the cold eyes point to the sword for seven kills. Chasing deer in the mountains, gold and iron horses, halberds and halberds, the plain fan was shattered in the hand. After the wind blows and the vicissitudes of life pass, the snow falls and the dust falls, sighing that the passing years are not enough...
The following is Millennium Dushang. The original text was published in Liancheng, and I am here to explain it, so it is not plagiarism.