As Time Goes By, I Wish You and I Peace
时光逝水，愿你我常安
Miscellaneous grains, how can I change the Qidian nickname after changing it once? Please give me some advice😁
44Cover the Sky
Xianxia遮天
Chendong
Zhetian animation is broadcast every Wednesday at 10:00 on Tencent Video. VIPs can watch two episodes first. Ye Fan, Empress, Wu Shi, etc. Will meet you in three-dimensional form, waiting for you to watch together. In the depths of the universe where coldness and darkness coexist, nine huge dragon corpses pull an ancient bronze coffin, which has existed forever. This is an extremely shocking picture captured by a space probe in the dead universe. Did the Kowloon Coffin go back to ancient times, or did it reach the other side of the starry sky? A vast world of fairy tales, bizarre and endlessly mysterious. The blood is boiling like a volcano, the passion is like the turbulent sea, and the desire is like the endless abyss... Climbing the road to heaven, walking in song, covering the sky with a snap of one's fingers.
Zhetian animation is broadcast every Wednesday at 10:00 on Tencent Video. VIPs can watch two episodes first. Ye Fan, Empress, Wu Shi, etc. Will meet you in three-dimensional form, waiting for you to watch together. In the depths of the universe where coldness and darkness coexist, nine huge dragon corpses pull an ancient bronze coffin, which has existed forever. This is an extremely shocking picture captured by a space probe in the dead universe. Did the Kowloon Coffin go back to ancient times, or did it reach the other side of the starry sky? A vast world of fairy tales, bizarre and endlessly mysterious. The blood is boiling like a volcano, the passion is like the turbulent sea, and the desire is like the endless abyss... Climbing the road to heaven, walking in song, covering the sky with a snap of one's fingers.
Talking about the fairyland, talking about the heavenly road, ancient battles, all the great emperors have become empty... Looking at the heavenly road, there is a desolate dream, white hair is scattered, the blue sea and sky are withered, the thirty emperors of the ages, how many saints are in the dust... We are the sorrow in other people's stories, like the fallen leaves, drifting in the wind, unable to find the direction. On the road to the Great Emperor, there are our footprints, but they are not in heaven. Only the sad touch of red tells the sorrow of blood. The horse steps on the starry sky, the majestic body, the stunning battle, shoots down the divine moon, breaks the eternal myth, builds a glorious imperial road, and becomes a swan song. That is someone else's glory. Wandering, confused, where are we, struggling, searching, the pile of bones on the imperial road illustrates our desolation.