In the chaos of troubled times, who left the key to interpret taboos? Why is the sorrow of all beings buried on the edge of the other side? The avenues rise side by side, and the smoke of the empire drives the rumbling forward of the era. The mist manipulates the chess game in the world, but what you want is not the chessboard If you think "Sacred Domain Hongru" is not bad, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in QQ groups and Weibo!