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In the midst of chaos, the stars fall and the moon floats, the heroes of the twilight years eclipsed the scene, and the young emperors showed their first signs of greatness. Sword and armor in the color of blood with a scarlet light, berserk grassland barbarians, graceful dream yang people, mysterious spellcasters ...... in the battlefield laid down by the gods hideous fight, is "kill a person for the crime, kill ten thousand people for the king" of the gruesome, or "Thousands of hibiscus to decorate you with brocade, ten thousand feet of red dust to clothe you with a gorgeous dress" of tenderness? The young emperor grew up in the ties of family, love, and friendship, or in history, or in the Miles of Gotham ...... mask under the tenderness of the tenderness, who knows? Under the song "Song of the Night", how much tenderness, and the ashes of a few generations of gray bones? A long song, Wei Lie Rong Zhen, the night time, who is sighing?