The girl gave all her compassion and redemption for life to the confused teenager in front of her, who had no purpose and no vain demand. Life belonged to the flesh as well as to the spirit, and she wanted to save him completely, nothing more. It's her instinct, it has nothing to do with who she is, with what she's been given to her.

He looked at the girl in front of him, she was so close that her eyelashes could be counted, and her skin was pink and tender, with a different fragrance from azaleas.

"You...... Where did it come from? Ah Shuang's originally chaotic eyes gradually became clear, and he was no longer a white paper crumpled into a ball of paper, thrown casually in a dark and damp corner, moldy and rotten. He is a brand new, freshly written rice paper, and his world is no longer a white nothingness, there are mountains and rivers, and there is also sunshine, everything is as new.

Rose pushed him away without a trace, tilted her head, and smiled lightly: "Who is my surname, where do I live, where do I come from, are these past events important to you?" Ah Shuang was stunned, of course these are important to him, he doesn't believe that his past will disappear completely, without a trace, he doesn't believe in heaven, he doesn't believe in fate, he only believes in himself. He doesn't have a memory of his own, but he's not stupid. "I can lie to you that my name is Rose, I live in the Buddha Temple, I came from the Western Heaven Elysium, and I went to the surging East China Sea, would you believe it?"

"If you say so, I believe." Hearing the sound of noisy footsteps coming from the wasteland, Ah Shuang subconsciously grabbed Rose and hid behind the tree.

"Enchantress!" "This is a demon girl!" "She can do Gu magic!" "Seductive Gu Technique!" The crowd held torches and illuminated the originally faint rhododendron forest more dazzling than daytime. They did not dare to come forward, but threw their torches far away at the two of them, and the grass and trees were affected by sparks, and flames were ignited in many places like sparks burning in the prairie fire.

"I'm not lying," the firelight was too dazzling, Rose narrowed her eyes, opened her arms, and the two strings of silver bells she had been wearing on her wrists tightened more and more, straight into the flesh, and although she was in pain, she did not retreat, until the silver chain bleed, "I am indeed called Rose, do you know why?" ”

Rose stalks burst out of the dirt, tripping the fire-throwers to the ground, and the stems climbed down their ankles to their limbs, eventually forming cocoons one after another, trapping them in them. The wailing, the cry became tighter and denser as the stems of the flowers became tighter and denser, and finally died down. In the rhododendron forest, only the flames burned and crackled, and the charred branches fell to the ground with a loud sound.

Without help, Rose jumped up and turned into a white dragon to the sky, and rain fell in the sky, and wherever the rain went, the fire was completely extinguished. The original burned mutilated azaleas gradually grew back to their original appearance with the heavy exhalation and inhalation of the white dragon.

"Guangya" has scales called Jiaolong, winged called Ying Dragon, horned called Qiulong, hornless called Dragon, and not ascended to heaven called Panlong. If she is said to be alone, she has no scales and horns, maybe she is a dragon. The white light flashed, and the girl, still dressed as a barbarian, jumped down from the high branches of the rhododendron tree, and landed barefoot, as light as a feather.

"Legend has it that the dragon soars for thousands of miles, driving the fog and clouds, and can reach the ends of the earth in the blink of an eye, jump into the water, and fall into the deep sea." She stood on tiptoe and shook the silver bell tied to her ankle, making a pleasant sound. The silver chain that had been tightened gradually loosened, as usual, "I am a god above all people, and you are afraid of me?" ”