Guan Yun Chang, Liu Xuan De, the gentle breeze, the elegant softness...,No wonder, these IDs seem so familiar, and these people too, they look so familiar. Maybe it's because after three years, no, after eleven years, Zhang Yi's memory gradually blurred...,“I…” Zhang Yi was about to say something, but his eyes inadvertently turned to the two people beside him. The archer named “Qingfeng” and the priest “Yarou.”。