Liu Yaxin was actually a little scared just now. She didn't know why her body suddenly rolled over.

But she held the chief's hand tightly and quickly calmed down. She felt that as long as the chief was by her side, there was no need to be afraid even if the sky fell.

So, after waiting quietly for a while, Liu Yaxin heard the chief's voice ringing in her ears.

She didn't hesitate, immediately opened her eyes and looked forward.

With just one glance, she saw an extremely familiar small courtyard, which was also her hometown where she had lived for more than 20 years.

For a moment, Liu Yaxin's eyes were filled with expressions of surprise, surprise and disbelief.

Then a happy look appeared on her face, and she quickly turned to look at the chief executive.

I saw the chief executive looking over.

Jiangnan water town.

The drizzle is hazy.

Under the oil paper umbrella.

The two people's eyes met each other, both filled with infinite tenderness and sweetness, as if even the air was too sweet to flow.

Zhou Yixing looked into her eyes and laughed softly, "From now on, the mist falls in the south of the Yangtze River."

Liu Yaxin opened her eyes slightly. After hearing this touching confession, her heart was suddenly filled with happiness and sweetness, and she couldn't help but speak and continue.

"One person holds an umbrella and two people go together."

After saying that, she smiled with a crooked eyebrow.

Zhou Yixing had not drank Tusu wine yet, but he felt that the woman he loved at the moment was even more intoxicating than Tusu wine.

Behind them, Lin Qianyi watched this scene quietly, not daring to disturb him.

Even when he opened the oil-paper umbrella, he did so carefully, for fear of disturbing the peaceful and beautiful scene in front of him.

At this moment, Lin Qianyi was not sad, but felt extremely happy.

He held an oil-paper umbrella and stretched out a hand to catch the rain falling from the sky.

The rain falls drop by drop, continuously.

Soon, a puddle of rainwater gathered in his palm.

Then Lin Qianyi raised his head and looked at the rainy sky, which was gray and without any sunlight.

However, in his heart, the misty rain on this day was very similar to the weather when he was led by Brother Zhou and Sister Aya when he climbed Mount Tai for the first time.

The sun was very warm that day.

The misty rain on this day was also very gentle.

At the same time, a graceful figure stood not far away, quietly watching this scene.

After watching silently for a while, the figure nodded slightly, turned and left.

And in the void behind this figure, 9999 dragon auras vaguely emerged.

Every dragon energy is like a giant dragon, roaring into the sky.

There is only one last step left to condense the aura of ten thousand dragons and achieve one’s own ‘rising sun’.

Finally, this graceful figure came to the last place of dragon energy.

She is preparing to capture and refine the last dragon energy here, thereby stepping into the highest realm of the five realms of Tibetan weapons.
Chapter completed!