In the year when Luo Yu was born, three suns appeared in the sky, scorching the earth to the point that no grass was growing, thousands of deaths of the human race, exposing their corpses to the wilderness, vultures flying under pressure, gnawing at the brains of mortals, and the breath of death spread to Leyou Mountain.

With the severity of the drought, the underground water source is also depleted, and the water level falls little by little, revealing the craggy underground strange rocks.

Falling Rain's mother is a red dragon, because her complexion is as red as fire, so she is named Yingfu.

Yingfu had a difficult birth when it rained, she had pain for three days and three nights, Fang gave birth to this child, a small lump, stained with dirty blood, Yingfu wanted to take a handful of water to wash away the dirt, and sighed, licked her chapped lips, and held Luoyu in her arms.

Falling rain is in the form of a beast, the skin of the newborn cub is as tender as clotted fat, and the glow carefully licks her clean, and gradually, she reveals a look of disbelief.

The falling rain is a white tail.

The Jiao people take the red color as the brave, the black color as the heroic, what is white? weak, insignificant? Since Pangu opened the world, there has never been a white Jiao.

At that time, Luoyu had no name, the size of a swimming fish, and could only cry, and when she saw her mother's hand stretched out, she snuggled up to it.

But Yingfu threw the rain to the ground with his backhand.

"This woman is ominous. Yingfu's bloodshot eyes were full of panic: "I see the future, the catastrophe of heaven and earth, all born by you!"

Luoyu was in pain, she didn't understand why she was rejected by her mother, she moved her body towards her mother with difficulty, but she saw Yingyu retreating again and again, like seeing a demon in hell.

With red eyes, Yingfu threw the falling rain into the sun: "You are my daughter, I can't bear to kill you, but I can't watch the lives burn, so I let you be sunburned to death." ”

The sun is like fire, and the rain is dying.

......

Falling rain woke up from her dream, her memory was missing, and she couldn't remember the scene after that.

Naturally, I forgot who scooped her up and put her in a handful of clear springs.

She stood up in a daze, the burning feeling in her dream was so real, she felt that her body was in pain, so she plunged into the outdoor pool, the early winter water, cold to the bone, stimulated her pupils to constrict.

She slowly lowered her body temperature, adapting her body to the temperature, stretching her limbs freely, and she embraced the current of water around her, so that she felt that she was not abandoned by the world.

After swimming for a while, although my heart was still blocked, my desperate thoughts had decreased a lot.

Zhao Xingyuan leaned out from the window on the second floor, and saw the rain in the pool, his whole body was already soaked, his clothes were close to his skin, and the girl's bumpy figure was like a flower to be picked, blooming in winter.

His eyes darkened, and he turned his head sideways, not looking at the spring light.

Falling rain jumped up from the water and stood in front of him: "Why don't you sleep?

Zhao Xingyuan shook his head: "I heard the sound of water, I was curious to come and see you." Zhao Xingyuan looked at her with a few eyes, but saw that there were bright tears on the girl's cheeks.

"Why are you crying?"

Luoyu touched his face blankly: "It's tears." ”

Zhao Xingyuan stretched out her hand to touch the tears, her soft fingertips were warm, and little by little they penetrated into the skin of the falling rain, and a longing welled up in her heart to chase this warmth.

She leaned forward, suddenly stretched out her hand, pointed at Zhao Xingyuan's forehead in the void, and cast a fixing technique.

Zhao Xingyuan remained motionless, a little surprised, and a little curious, what she would do next.

Seeing this, Luo Yu was very surprised: "Hey, isn't this fixation technique immune?"

She stepped forward and hugged Zhao Xingyuan's waist, which was a standard posture of throwing her arms and hugging, her thin dress was stained with water, almost skin to skin, and her tears flowed like opening the floodgates.

Zhao Xingyuan felt a small stream of water around his neck, along the surface of the skin, all the way to his heart: "What did you dream about?

The voice was soft, as if coaxing.

The rain fell tighter in his hands, as if he was grasping driftwood in the sea, and he didn't want to let go.

Zhao Xingyuan didn't understand why the girl's breath of despair came from.

He also didn't understand why the panic in his heart came from.

This made him restless.