Ouyang Rong squatted on the edge of a lotus stone platform, his dry lips muttering. His eyes were fixed on the golden lotus lantern in his hand, carefully tightening the knot.,Only a pointed head peeked out, with youthful face and silver hair. A Daoist Mixed Yuan sash was pressed against his full head of white strands.,Non-paying players can only grind frantically. Don't look at Ou Yangrong, whose postgraduate entrance examination vocabulary is still stuck on "abandon," but his ability to tinker and get things done has been top-notch since he was little.。