More than ten years have passed since Rakshasa Anwu was defeated. The original dragon-fighting warriors all dispersed to practice for the sake of the Dragon Warrior Clan.
And today is the day when the dragon fighting warriors gather together.
In a sea of violet flowers, a red-haired man was leaning against a tree. He was wearing a white shirt, a red coat, and his unruly fiery red hair, which added to his handsomeness.
He closed his eyes, his angular handsome face was still so fair, and he had his hands folded across his chest, seemingly waiting for someone.
At this time, the sound of fighting reached the red-haired man's ears. The red-haired man's closed eyes slowly opened, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Dongfang Mo, Tian Hua, you are still so loving~"
The two people in front of the red-haired man suddenly blushed when they heard what the red-haired man said.
Among them, a blond man snorted, looking very reluctant.
He is also wearing casual clothes, but they are gold and black trousers. He has golden eyes like gold and dazzling blond hair. At first glance, he gives people the impression that he is very cold.
He has a domineering name: Dongfang Mo.
The man on Mo is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
Isn't this poem about him?
The orange-haired woman next to him seemed to be very angry and looked disdainful.
There's something cute about her outfit.
Wearing a white midriff-baring top, green shorts and green boots (initial thought: it should be green shorts...) with her hair tied up on both sides, she looks lively and cute.
The smart green eyes are as clear as lake water, and there is no trace of distracting thoughts.
But her personality... is completely different from her appearance. Her naturally active temper makes people think she is naughty, but... there is nothing wrong with that.
The blue sky only paints colorful pictures for you.
Blue...sky...painting
"Hey, what are you talking about?" A gentle voice sounded at the right time.
The red-haired man was very excited when he saw the owner of the voice.
He stepped forward and high-fived the owner of the voice.
This palm is very loud and full of friendship.
"Kaifeng, you are finally here!"
The man who was called "Kaifeng" by the red-haired man scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Don't mind. Fortunately, I'm not the last one."
Lan Tianhua on the side suddenly interjected: "Kaifeng, of course you are not the last one, there are others, including..." Lan Tianhua stopped mid-sentence and looked at Kaifeng with a wicked smile.
Dongfang Mo couldn't help it anymore: "Stupid woman, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak!"
Lan Tianhua was angered, and started scolding Dongfang Mo again regardless of his image.
Kaifeng shook his head helplessly and waved his hands: "It's impossible to keep them from arguing for a whole day!"
Luo Xiaoyi was about to complain a few words, but someone from behind stopped him.
"Tian Hua, be still."
A woman with short hair came over and caught the red-haired man's eyes. At the same time, she was also engraved in the red-haired man's heart.
She matched the sea of violet flowers very well, and in the eyes of the red-haired man, they had already merged into one.
She was wearing a purple skirt, white shorts, purple boots, short off-white hair hanging down her shoulders, and deep purple eyes. She was as mysterious and elegant as this violet.
The cold appearance hides a weak heart.
I will make a promise for you for a hundred years.
All she needs... is a promise.
A promise that won't change for a hundred years.
Her mysterious veil was unveiled bit by bit at this moment.
She is so cold, elegant, and gives people an unpredictable feeling. You will never know what she is thinking in her heart, because... she hides it too mysteriously.
But there was such a person who broke into her heart. At this moment, darkness and loneliness no longer belonged to her.
There will always be violets accompanied by the sun, dancing in the wind and never withering.
ps: Ahem, Mowenwo does not have Shaman and Ziyao, this document is for Yinuo. (To be continued)