A master of earth-throwing tombs, breaking into the story of comprehension...
There is a singing voice in the peach blossom source.
Yamagai Aoyama, Mt.
Five-flowered horse, thousand gold cymbals, leaning against the sword.
I should be passionate, screaming, and beautiful.
There is nowhere in the world, no one is in the air, and there is a blue sky and a tall building.
Fight for loyalty!
For the chaos of the world!
Hello, Xian Xia!
The first chapter is not white
A glare was crossed in the tomb passage, and the man with the glare flashlight illumined everywhere, searching for the stone walls and vaults of the passage, and the front of the black scorpion.
When the glare illuminates the stone wall at a close distance, the darkness reflects the appearance of the man.