One moonlit night, Zhao west held A Mo and sat on a stone and said, "Yan Yan, your eyes are even turbid than those of a wolf demon."
Yanyan glanced at him resentfully, and then at the scholar and Taoist priest who was practicing under the moon. He was upright and had the breeze in his sleeves. "Don't worry, after you die and become a ghost, I will definitely accept you!"
But by then, those people in the memory have already become immortals and gone away...