The cold stars reflected the halberd, the moon shone on the bow, and the dragon and bird rattled in the snow, causing night terrors.
Half a piece of fame, thousands of mountains away, in the hometown of silver flowers and sparkling trees.
"I, Rong Taotao, will one day become the master of those nine stars."
That year, a young man carrying a small schoolbag, a natural scroll on his head, and holding a Fangtian painted halberd said so on the rooftop.
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The work "Nine-Star Poisonous Milk" has been completed with four million words. You are welcome to read it.
