"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's all my fault, it's me who is too weak, I'm sorry! Long Yan opened his eyes and looked at the turquoise water above the sky, tears overflowing from his eyes.

Since I was a child, I didn't cry when I was framed by the Dragon Emperor's cousin, I didn't cry when I was driven out of the heavens, and I didn't cry when I knew the truth about the death of my father, emperor and mother.

He thought that he was completely cold-hearted, but he didn't expect to cry like a child at the bottom of the lake in this world.

In that dream, he watched with his own eyes what Ye Miran had done, watching her repair her soul, reforge her dragon body, and seal her memories.

He wanted to struggle, to wake up the idiot who was still sleeping.

But he couldn't do anything.

He was handed over to his loyal father's subordinates, and after waking up, he returned to the dragon clan as if nothing had happened, and continued to be his dragon clan's Blue Dragon Highness.

However, where did she go when she left the demon world and left the demon world?

Is there a place in these six realms where she can live quietly, where she can no longer suffer and despair?

The night is not dyed...... The night is not dyed...... You big idiot in the night!

Long Yan couldn't cry himself, he was extremely painful, as long as he thought that Ye Weizhi died outside the Demon Suppression Abyss, only one step away from the place where he could truly tolerate her, he felt so painful.

Now, the night is not stained, did you hate when you died? Hate the world? Hate everyone? Hate me too?

Ye Weiran was possessed by Feng Qiqi, when he met him, how did he look at her with hostile eyes?

Is she in pain?

Or had Ye Weiran completely forgotten about the stupid dragon she had saved?

It's okay to forget, and it won't be more sad if you forget, right?

Long Yan curled up at the bottom of the lake, tears in his eyes kept overflowing, even if he wanted to stop crying, he couldn't.

"Smack-" slapped him hard in the face, waking him up to self-love and self-pity.

Opening his eyes that were covered with tears, Long Yan saw Feng Qiqi's serious face.

"What are you crazy about! Is it going to flood the entire Northwest with water? Feng Qiqi grabbed Long Yan's collar and led him upstream.

Long Yan vaguely saw Feng Qiqi's face, and the tear mole in the corner of his eye became more and more obvious, as if it was undyed at night back then.

No, the thought of the night before his heart hurts and he can't stand it, and the tears involuntarily flow down.

Feng Qiqi pulled Long Yan above the water, looking at the flooded buildings around him, and the human beings struggling to survive in the water.

"Wake me up! Take back your tears, how many sin you want to continue to carry! Feng Qiqi looked at Long Yan with an expression of who I am and where I am, and he was angry.

If Betty hadn't felt the movement of the water spiritual power, she probably wouldn't have felt it until the water flooded to the Chengwang Mansion.

Finally, the consequences of losing Jin Dan came out, and she couldn't perceive ordinary spiritual power fluctuations.

That's why the rat demon attacked Zi Feilin and Zheng Rongrong that time, she didn't feel it.

Long Yan was awakened by Feng Qiqi, and subconsciously pinched a handprint and collected all the raging water.

But even so, his tears still couldn't be controlled, and he desperately wanted to flow out: "What to do, I can't control ......"

"Boom—boom—"

Because Long Yan wanted to cry, the sky was quickly covered with dark clouds, and the downpour was ready to fall at any time.

"Change places!" Feng Qiqi glanced at Long Li's sad appearance but didn't say anything, grabbed his collar, and changed places.