In this mundane world, there are always fireworks and red dust rolling by, but few people are alone and safe in this bustling road.
The autumn wind rises, the past arises, and a thousand kinds of melancholy arise together
The sky is falling, the crowds are falling, and all kinds of customs are falling.
Frost and snow were beginning to fall, and a man came from the end of the long street holding an umbrella. An oil-paper umbrella, a fox fur cloak, a tall and jade-like figure, like a pair of jade hands, in a snowstorm.
It suddenly gives people the illusion of eternal peace.
His eyebrows are like a painting, and his talent is better than snow. Wearing a long gown, she looks as pure as the full moon.
Once the Frost God Shuangyu sobered up, he was forced to bind the system and descend to earth, successfully unlocking the world of Feihua Order. This 21st century sand sculpture god who abides by laws and surfs the Internet on time is accidentally bound to a insane system, and from then on he begins his "wandering" fast-traveling life.
A certain insane system: I was careless. Not only did I bind the wrong host, I also got the wrong script.
Xiao Zhiyu (Shuangyu) × Zhan Yuanting
This is actually a story of "little cure" and "bucket of dynamite"
(Actually, I prefer to call them: mycoplasma and suspension)
Purpose: Traditional culture is broad and profound