Moon Palace Temple, thousands of miles with clouds dawn. Full of air to snow, Jian Yun-ying, Qunxian snap to. Random floating dormitories, sprinkling songs with dense buildings, less busy day. Good scenery. And the guests were laughing. Huatang deep, full of Gong ship out. Mei Rui demolition of view, has been stolen, some small spring. Qiluo Hong warm, not afraid to roll through the curtain, intoxicated. Zunqian down. Red armbands off to call.