A hundred years of mortal life, a thousand years of dreams.
The clear water brings the waters from all directions, and the green clothes are natural, transparent and not stained by any dust.
After thousands of years of ups and downs in the mirror lake, a drop of clear tears accidentally dropped from the corner of the goddess's eyes made her successful, but she was also insulated from love forever.
The world is vast and all life is in ruins.
The Young Master Honghuang believed that everything had nothing to do with him. He is the god sitting high above the clouds... Compassionate and indifferent. Looking down at the sky and the earth, I happened to see the man in green clothes, and from then on, he fell into the inner demon.
The six realms are in catastrophe, and demons are in power.
Yin Nanxi has always known exactly what she wants. The purple robe is fluttering, riding the wind and chasing the moon, feeling free in the thousands of waves. Without worldly supremacy, it would be better to drink among the flowers and enjoy the leisurely life... However, in the night when the red plums were fragrant, I poured out my cup for the blue water in my hand.
I will bury you in this lifetime and you will be mourned forever.
Since I am not living happily, then what reason do others have not to suffer!
Enchantress Lianya looked at the black poppies scattered all over the sky and the ground, and the smile on her lips was unprecedentedly crazy.
Destroy it... Destroy it... Then... Destroy it... Let this whole world go to hell with me... Without my brother, what's the use of this world...
The wind and clouds are surging, the four sides are like a curtain, thunder and rain are clashing, and the lake is stained with blood.
The roar of the flood carried the resentful songs of the dead singing in the ears. From then on, mourning flooded the land, and thousands of corpses were floating... When Rong Hua died, looking back at Linchuan was just a scene, a dream in vain.