The Wolf of the Three Kingdoms Is Coming

Fire, inexhaustible blue sky. Water, endless mountains and rivers. The mist turns into rain and eventually flows back, If the long river reverses Go back to that glorious and miserable time. There was a symphony of swords and swords, and war horses roared. Who is it? Cholera strikes the world again. It has been said throughout the ages that "beauties ruin it" Courtyard, small pond, bamboo loft, The beautiful city leans on the door and embroiders red makeup. Her cheeks are light pink, her eyebrows are smiling, The triumphant sound arouses your return. …