Luanfeng Pavilion

On the banks of the Luoshui River, the battles point to the wind and rain. The towers are as dark as the majestic palaces, but they are no match for the yellow sand and dust. The dreams of rise and fall cannot be played, and the sad sighs can't be played. The red lips slightly opened and the country was shocked. The God-sent major general pointed his sword at the curtain of the imperial palace. His body was like a fluttering figure. How did a lonely girl turn the tide in a desperate situation? Mo Dao Qin Liang prospered in a ditch of spring water and half of the city's sand