The cold stars reflect the halberds and the moon shines on the bows, the dragons and sparrows twitch and the snow frightens the night. Half of the fame is beyond a thousand mountains, and in the hometown of silver flowers and fire trees. I, Rong Taotao, will one day become the owner of those nine stars. In that year, A young man with a small schoolbag, a natural curl on his head, and a Fangtian painted halberd in his hand, said so on the rooftop. ... Easy and funny, welcome to the pit. There are 4 million words to finish this work 'Nine Star Poisonous Milk', welcome Everyone read.