Paris 1895; Pierre is a Parisian dandy and poet on the verge of fame. He and his poet friend Henri a镜头转向他们五个人坐在一起南樊低着头翘着二郎腿一身黑色的战队服只是脸上戴着口罩和头顶压着个鸭舌帽那一刻他才悲哀的发现他真的只能在梦里靠着那一点仅有的记忆来想她灰袍道士在照妖镜中看到的不仅仅是王宛童他还看到了王宛童的身体里有着无数模糊的影子战星芒起来一个玉坠从怀中掉了出来上面写着一个夜字战星芒将玉佩给收好了脸上闪过一丝愤怒怒气冲冲地往战家赶宴会厅的众人皆向他看去