Murong Murong, Murong Murong, Murong Zhi.
The hero is always lonely.
Even if no one understands you, you are still your own hero.
A pillow of yellow beams dreaming, like an old tourist.
——Huarong
Sweep the evil spirits freely and kill all the monsters with one sword.
——Murong Bai
The cold moon shines silently on Kyushu, and white clothes and swords are used to climb high buildings. Young Master wants to drink Huadiao wine? It's a pity that no one washes my hair.
When the world looks ugly, do you go with the flow or do you turn the tide?
People may not be separated at the end of the song, but lovers will meet again. Who has feelings for Mr. Murong?
I wanted to write about a girl who had feelings for Murong Bai and brought him joy.
Well, wash his hair too.
Conception: