On the cusp of the storm, the past and present are grinding against each other, and there are still obsessions under the cold continent. Holding wine and sword against the breeze, rustling sounds, the vast night, the wind high in the sky, the sky and the tribulation array reappearing, this is the one in the dream...
With a sharp edge, I dig out my body and kill the soul of the sword. Look at me, proud of the wind and clouds, and return to the stranger's road.
Ji Xiaoye: Jingjing, do you still recognize me???
Yun Jing: I don't remember
Ji Xiaoye: Forgot? Why not relive it?
Yun Jing: No big or small, get out!
Ji Xiaoye: Look, how big I am. Come on, why not roll on the bed?
Yun Jing:…
Concept: Arrogant and misanthropic beggar boy