Wife of the Legendary Lord

You XiaoMo stood in front of the mirror, blinking and looking at the stranger in the mirror. It took him a lot of brain cells to believe that his soul had attached itself to a stranger. The young man in the mirror was about seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same as him. He was wearing a green Taoist robe, with an ordinary turquoise hairpin on his head. His hair was black and blue, and he had a bit of an immortal air. However, the young man's face was slightly pale, especially his lips, which were bloodless, as if he had experienced some serious trauma not long ago. His beautiful eyes were red and swollen like walnuts. You XiaoMo suddenly became haggard, and he was still not used to the sudden change of face. After feeling sad for a while, You Xiaomo finally looked around at his room. It is very simple, just a wooden bed, a wooden table, a wooden chair and a counter. There is a mirror on the counter, and there is nothing extra. .... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.