The Martial Emperor Who Swallowed the Starry Sky
吞噬星空之武帝
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 102k Words
- Genre
- Sci-Fi
- Audience
- Male
- Subgenre
- Evolution & Mutation
- Updated
- 3y ago
- Source
- Qidian
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The dream of floating life is all the dream of floating life, the dream is dyed in the world of mortals, and the dream is like a dream.
The clouds in the sky are hidden in the sky, the flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the past is carried by the wind.
One thought is prosperous, the other is desolate, and the sorrow is overwhelming, spring is coming to an end. Good night.
The scattered glory and splendor are easy to change alone, and the beacon songs are endless in troubled times.
The misty and solitary shadows on the green stream, the waning moon at dusk, are as sad as a mirror.
Flowing clouds thousands of feet are thanking the trees and flowers, the mountains and rivers are picturesque and half of the city is sand, I am riding the wind with ease all over the world, and the red ink pen is used to express the beauty of the trees.
The moonlight is like water and water is like the sky, the sound of the wind has just passed through the Chinese smoke, the falling flowers have turned into rain and stained the fingers, the stars are shining dimly, and the white feathers seem to have passed through a thousand years.