Prologue
Watching the boy on the screen, sitting on a calligraphy brush, dressed in purple with silver hair, a textbook fake-top face, and a red beauty mark between his brows. It was Yang Mi's mission, and the System started playing a song just like that: "Mo Wen Jin Zhao."
I'd heard this song many times. It was one of the signature tracks of World II. The singer's voice wasn't especially beautiful, but it carried a deeply moving emotion. Looking at the experience bar, I needed about five percent more experience to reach level 70.
Gathering the autumn wind, returning it to its sheath, scattering my hair as the moon rises and clouds gather
Joyful songs once filled the ears; who dances, dazzling as wild cursive strokes?
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
The novice Iceheart Hall disciple dressed all in green on the screen was no longer a novice.
My WL number is called Luo Xian Jiutian. . .
You damn half-update = = Just to adjust the taste... TAT What does that girl's glass heart... Mean...?
Convex! You YJ control!!! Convex!! Haven't you seen that this charming YL girl like me has been falling in love with you for a long time?
Well... What is... Let's call her Ning... Do you still plan to change your title in the future = = Zhuizhixiao Let me stop you from writing in such a literary and artistic way! It brought me to tears!!! Off topic... I really wanted to open a JJ account and write something... But my family and JJ are having trouble getting along... Every time I enter a password or something, it prompts an error... I am helpless, I am completely helpless... = = The above... You, you, you, continue... Please tear up the literary and artistic points...