双乳峰武则天

Duan Gang's voice suddenly came from his ears. Yang Ji's mind moved and he followed Duan Gang's gaze. Sure enough, at the foot of the west peaks, about seven miles away, he could faintly see a layer of white walls and green tiles, with eaves and roof ridges. If the two of them hadn't walked here, they wouldn't have been able to spot it from a distance....