Peach Blossom Prodigal Liu Sanshao

Others had golden fingers when they traveled through time, so how could it be that when I traveled back through time, I ended up with... All kinds of injuries? Bad! ! ! No plug-ins, no system, no background... Not even a ready-made identity! The poem says: Who sings loudly with me, the voiceless sound rises in the empty valley. Neither ghost nor immortal, just a song of peach blossom water. Liu Zhongmou, the worst time traveler in history, tried hard to open his eyes: "Be careful, Ruben..." A Buddha's name came from beside me: "Amitabha! Good, good, good..."