Immortal game has always been a very popular game in China, play the immortal game, with the game's picture and role settings, a poetic screen name feel more in line with the game, so many people are very much like to come up with a poetic game name, the following inventory of poetic game names for your reference.
Poetic game names for boys
Beautiful like summer grass Suddenly looking back to listen to the cool Loan Loan Lausanne flowers Drunken thoughts red dust Dream Moon Yumi Yumi Ice Chrysanthemums Story Fine rain is like sorrow Half a lifetime of smoke and rain Broken red dust bleak Dream clothes lifelike Dreams woke up hurt still Dreams if the pool pool dream night gently Love talk fingertips Flower face thin dream twilight sinking Flying flowers like a dream Mulan fragrance of the Elegy of the Menthol Menthol of the summer I've been in love with you for a long time, but I've never been in love with you, and I've never been in love with you. The old man is dead, the jade hairpin is melted in the hair, the green silk is still in the hair, the eyebrows are still painted, the dream is empty, the years are desolate, the building is drunk, she sings a short sleep, she draws her eyes, she sings a song, and the dance is messy, the tears are light, the south city is desolate, the north city is sad, the cool young man is buried in the empty city, the dream remembers that he is empty, the streets are busy, the arcs are finally hurt, the empty city is empty, the old memories of the deceased are gone, the soul of the past life is in the eyes, and the eyes of the young man are tearful, and the city is in tears. The ancient orchid is cool, but the face is cool, and the tearful face is buried in love, but I am not sure when I will die, but I will bury you when you die. Once the spring is over, the red face is old, and the red face is old and dying, and the flowers are falling, and then I will be buried, and I will be buried, and people will laugh at me, and the moon won't speak and dance, and the city will fall, and I will not know that the flowers are falling, and the dead people will not know that, and I will be left alone, but I will not hurt myself, and I will not be drunk, but I will lie down and drink in the face of her, and I will drink in her face, and I will sing her songs, and I will be disturbed, and I will be disturbed, and the mediocre people will disturb me. The summer flowers bloom and trample the shadow of the flowers on the ground The bridge and the water, who looks at each other I am alone drunk on the beach summer night The moon boat plays the flute and the rain is dashing Walking along the busy street The woman's elegant tears Listening to the wind under the rain The forest is lost to the deer Loves the flowers alone all the flowers are scattered The flower face is tempting to get drunk Falling rain is falling on you and you are hidden in your shirt The sunset face is smiling shallowly The road is full of hidden scent Rainy night night comes to the incense to spit out the aroma alone The fallen leaves are sad and the heart of the fallen leaves is sad Painting a paper kite flower The poetic name of the game Flowers blossom in the corner of a lonely street Paris is embracing The sea of flowers at night, the fragrant tea outside the window, the snow, the light intention to set off the soft, the sun seems to be a soft shadow, the sunshine of the warm winter, the fireworks are easy to cold, the flowers blossom and fall, the clear spring flows through the fragrance of a touch of the moon, making people drunk, the willow shadow of the Gangnam Lake, the light moon reflecting the sadness of the falling flowers, the flow of the river, all gone, it is a pity that the flowers have not yet been folded, and the horizon has drawn the line of departure, thinking of the hidden and hidden
The three-word poetic game name
The 眉间 The old city of green lanterns
The dragon's heirloom, the southern kites, the northern rafts, the old streets, the old lanes, the old streets of the cool city
An old friend's meeting, a sip of old wine, the southern song of a song, a lonely traveler
The sun sets in the old days, the old days are not to be feared, a few cups are to be drunk, three fires to be fished, the wandering poets
There is no cure, the west wind, a lonely pillow, a hundred years of lonely life, the alley of the deep and the lonely, the isolated flirtation
The new city is a place of the old, the new city of the old, the new city of the new, the new city of the old. The sound of the xiao, the hand of the hand, the song
Water without a source, unattached, wind and flowers, snow and moon, the moon and wind, today is yesterday's wrongs
Just for you, Luang Luang Huan Pei, a touch of the city, a smile, as if we were meeting at the beginning of the day
Pride of bone, coldness, and vulgarity, flying like snow, leaves fall, listening to the wind, falling down on the ice, and the six dragons
Fresh water, fresh water, pavilion, spring and autumn, with the pear nest, a shallow smile, ink dripping, the moon under the beautiful people
Summer in full bloom, the summer of bubbles. The heart is dead, the love is dead, a shallow smile, if you become the wind
Yingying Fairy, the leaves fall silently, at the end of the year, the hair is tied up, òsleeve, the concubine is a good man
Drinking poet, cooking tea in the stove, the absolute beauty, overturning the world, the face is like a sunny face
Looking up to the sky and looking at the moon, the horse carries the whip and leans on the string and laughs, dreaming of the river, the river and the lake, the Xiao Xiao Yi Shui
Cang Sheng, step into the song, singing a song, alone, in the past, waiting for me to drink a drunken drink, the river and the river are like a painting
Poisoned, the poison is already in my bones.
Midsummer Bingtong Memories of the past, the light of the test, the Oriental Garden, half of the heart
The dust of the world, the curtains hidden lamps, two light wine, no wine to accompany a lifetime of military
The wind rolled the remnants of the clothes, laughing and drinking the lonely Hung, the thin curtains of the moon, the plum darkness of the flowers, wandering to the ends of the earth
The small building of a night, Annihilation of the Northern Underworld, the fearful and fearful, Xiao Qiao Liu Shui, the old time and the old dream
The painting of the bones into a sand, the dark scent of the floating dreaming of the enterprise song
The long, turbid wine and a goblet of wild song against the current beside the beauty of the river Let's make a song of wine Returning home in the snow and wind Mentioned again in the lonely street Cold memories Singing parting with wine Making the long wind into a blade The wall of flowers The young man leaving the sadness of the stranger Allowing you to flee the desert With a dream of sacrificing to the departing sky How many times I want to meet the flowers The spring breeze asks for the returnee The dream of the Spring Festival The old pianoforte tells of the song of parting A fallen leaf's life Drink a cup with the past The years do not talk about it The old song is in the ear The wind is falling to dust returning to the past only to wait for the old man's return _____ Ink stained the pouring city The flashy past is over and we are looking at the past smilingly Without saying anything the wind is rolling The best thing about this is that it's a good thing that you're holding a fan to cover up your smile. The South Side is a good place for a good person to live, and the East Side is a good place for a good person to live. The white horse is in the west wind The end of summer is cool and thin The red tears are hanging down The red building is a dream The peach blossom on the stranger is in bloom The three inches of spring wind The sadness of the sadness of the departed is mourned with a shallow smile Drunken red building The moonlight is pouring down on the city The paper crane is sent to a beautiful woman The ancient pavilion is as good as jade
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