The rain is broken in the remnant sun, and the flowers are flew. Drunk and drunk, laughing at the stars and tears, forgetting to return to the west.

The horses and songs are back a few times, the heroes are at the end of the road and the bells and drums are urging, and the overlord is not Concubine Yu. The halberd falls towards the sky, and the bow and horn follow.

Jiangdong Erlang made a comeback and asked who under the knife would not kneel? Blood spattered river reeds. The eternal heroes are scattered, who am I for?

Huafa is twisted into ash.

"The Holy Hand of the World Thief" recalls Xiang Yu in his dream...... The transfer faucet is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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