The war is long and long, and thunder and fire are furious.

Long cars trample on the lack of Helan, and hungry people lean on pine.

Only when I fought against the dragon did I see a game-writing book in the East China Sea.

Longlin turned into a hundred thousand snows, and Kunpeng flapped his wings.

The sword tactic is rich in meaning, and the crown plays a song for Jinghua Chong.

Everyone in white is crying, Xiao. I'm a man.

Turn around and laugh into thorns, and it tastes easy.