Dynasty, it is a stone's day, and it is a yellow river ten songs. After all, the east flows. Eight thousand years of jade, boring overnight, why do you have to live? Last night wind blowing, falling in the English. Nine million in the sky, the wind is shadow, who is talking? Millennium Beidou, Yao Palace, cold, no fairy, a hundred years of rivers and lakes.
Excerpted from the short fantasy "search god"
