North Continent.

In the back valley of the Purple Family Medicine Valley, the water of the river in the Luoxing River flows quietly, reflecting the moonlight and starlight of the river, like scattered broken silver in the river.

On the riverbank, a man stood with his hands behind his back.

The night wind blew his white hair and made a fierce sound.

Between the slightly messy hair, there is a very handsome face, which is the night Weiyang that the purple pupil is looking for.

Lowering his face, he stared at the churning river below.

He raised an eyebrow, then paused slightly.

He was already standing on the edge of the cliff, and with this step, his whole body immediately threw himself weightlessly towards the river.

The person was in the air, falling rapidly, and Ye Weiyang slowly opened his arms, let the wind blow up his long hair, and pointed to his robe.

Feeling the wind passing by the side of his face, he slowly closed his eyes.

In the night, his white clothes were flying, and from a distance, it looked like a white roc gliding in mid-air.

However, the world is so big, looking at this world, he is only as small as a speck of dust.

With your eyes closed, falling.

What flashed before his eyes was the past.

Countless years ago, he used to do this, he liked to jump off a cliff and let the wind sweep his cheeks to his heart's content, and this kind of play was taught to him by one person - a woman, a woman who still can't forget after thousands of years.

When he returned to the body that belonged to him in the first place, when he took off the scales and feathers all over his body, Ye Weiyang had reunited with this dragon form, and those vague memories in his divine consciousness had been fully awakened.

Fall.

Fall.

……

He didn't open his eyes until he felt the damp moisture coming over his face.

Just let the body plunge into the river, and then turn into a dragon shape.

His coat shattered, and his body took the shape of a giant dragon, swimming underwater, then jerking his head back out of the water.

Towards the silver moon in the sky, let out a long dragon roar.

Countless splashes of water splashed, and in mid-air, crystal like pearls, slowly fell, pouring on his scales, as if it was a heavy rain in the sky.

I still remember that at that time, she would innocently sit on his back, staring at the sky in a daze.

"Weiyang, you say, when it rains, does Beichen miss me?"

Flying up, shaking off the water vapor in mid-air, turning into a human form again, landing on a protruding giant rock in the center of the river, Ye Weiyang stretched out his arms and put on the robe he took out of the ring.

Raising his hand to wet his hair, he noticed the blonde strand on the strand, and his fingers rested lightly.

His fingertips gently stroked the damp silk headband, and his eyes darkened slightly.

With a slam of his foot, his figure flew up and disappeared into the night.

The river was undulating, and two people fell on the bank of the river.

The black-haired man in ink was holding a stunning woman in his arms, it was Beichen and Purple Pupil, who was watching the waves on the river bank.

"He's supposed to have been here, it seems like he's just gone." She raised her face and looked at the Northern Wilderness across the river, "Let's go, go to the dragon's lair and have a look." ”

"Okay." Beichen responded lightly, looked at the river below, remembered the scene of crossing the river when he took her to the Northern Wilderness for the first time, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly, "Time is so fast, it's been almost three years." ”

"Three years?" Purple Pupil retracted her gaze and looked at his handsome face, "Beichen, do you know that we have known each other for a long, long time?" ”

Beichen Zhengse looked at her, "Sometimes, I also feel this way, I always feel as if we have known each other for a long time. ”

As he spoke, he flew up and took her across the Falling Star River and flew towards the Northern Wilderness.