Xuewei: The winter snow in the wasteland is thin and vast. Like those deep and shallow loves. In the crazy years of bloody rain and bloody wind, the dragon and phoenix in the people holding the bloody sunset shadow fought in the martial arts, invincible. The twists and turns of fate make them believe in the cruel and ruthless way of survival. They can make all the powerful and powerful bow down, but they can't stop the love, hatred and suspicion in their hearts from swelling. Perhaps, only the moment when the sword soldiers fell together in a pool of blood after seeing each other, they were willing to let go of the ...... in their hearts Alert. This happiness, which should have belonged to them, has gone like a fading body temperature. Blooming like blood, she can grow stubbornly in a harsh environment, not invaded by wind and frost, rain and snow, but in the end, she died under the ravages of demons and went to destruction. This river and lake is as lonely as snow, and all the teenagers are old when they are born. Floating flowers pass away, and empty shadows are like dreams. Flower Bell: Never Lose Your Love...... However, death is more cruel than life, and I don't know which is more cruel? The sky in Miao Jiang is high and the clouds are light, and the blue sky is like washing, revealing a strange and bright blue. The high priest of the Lunatic Cult is dead, the temple is destroyed, the holy lake is dried up, the white bones are turned to ashes, and the birth mother is free...... [Close]