I don't know who I am. Anyway, I'm neither a human nor a demon nor a fairy. However, Po Meng by the bridge joked with me that I drank too much of her expired Meng Po soup, so not only did I lose my memory, I even lost my memory. . .
"Yun Zheng, is he... Okay?" He suddenly asked in a daze. He probably didn't even notice it.
I have a name, my name is Mu Yuan. The dusk of sunset, the kite of paper kite.
Girl, do you still remember? "The first thing that catches the eye is a plain gauze robe with a dark cloud totem. The corners of the clothes are stained with some mud, but the whole body still exudes a fresh air. The jade crown is tied with green silk, and the eyebrows are as clear as hibiscus. The face is one-third leisurely and one-third elegant, and the grace is like a willow. The faint smile on the corner of the lips is as light as the spring breeze. He is really a white jade master. "It seems that the fourth brother is going to be disappointed again. "