The cold wind swept through the beard of Alan Dalton, Lord of the North, and the snow blew his proud beard white. He stood on the tallest tower in Fort Horn and looked out over the snowy North City.

A melodious singing voice came from behind him, and he turned his head to see his daughter walking slowly.

"What are you looking at here?" Sula hugged Shiqin, her purple eyes full of smiles.

"Looks like you've got the answer you're looking for?" he asked with a smile.

"yes. She walked over to her father's side-by-side position. "Mother said to let you go back earlier, and so did my brother, they miss you very much. ”

He stroked his daughter's hair and put his hand on her shoulder. "What's the name of that song just now?"

"I don't know," Sula shook her head, a chord popping up in her hand, "Sonny's mother sang this song on her deathbed, and I squatted under the window and wrote it down, and gave it a score of poetry, isn't it?"

"yes. He spread out his other hand, and let the snowflakes melt and dissipate in his palms.

"When are you going to go back?" she asked, looking at her father's outstretched palms.

"Do you want Horn?"

Sulla nodded, and played another chord, this time sounding a little sad.

"I know where he is, and he must miss his mother too. Alan looked up at the white sky, and his tone was desolate.

"Then let's go find him!" exclaimed Sulla, excitedly.

"I'll bring him back, soon. With that, he climbed over the stone fence and jumped down on the dragon's back. "That song is good, can you sing it again?"

"Of course!" Sula said with a smile, then fiddled with the lyre in her arms.

The dragon flailed its wings lightly and hung in the air of the tower. The melodious sound of strings lingered in his ears, and Alan looked at her daughter and smiled at her. "If it doesn't have a name, it's called "The Long Song of the North City"!"

Sula nodded, tasting it in her silver bell-like voice. "If I had a pair of wings, even as small as a farrow, I would spread my wings and fly to the end of the forest, and to the other side of the mountain, and I would fly there, perched in the trees, anchored in the sea, no matter how far away, I would fly there, and then, whispering in your ear, 'When will I return home?' (End of book)

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I originally wanted to write a super long testimonial, but I'm too lazy, so I still don't write it, so I'll just say something here, haha.

First of all, thank you to the people who are still reading: Arrogant Xiaosheng, Yaya Yawa, Pressure Sandros, Tonycut.

Secondly, thank you to everyone who read this book.

Finally, thank myself, my grades are all rotten like this, and I can still finish this book.

Now, I am a father, and I can finish writing this long book, which is also the end of my childhood dream, so I have no plans to write a new book for the time being.

As for this book, in fact, a lot of plots were deleted in the last two volumes, because I really didn't have time to write, so I apologize here. It's like the character of Sura, who was supposed to carry the main plot of the second half of the book, but due to time and length, she really couldn't depict it in detail, and she couldn't extend the interesting plot through her. The second is Sonny, there would have been a reasonable explanation for him becoming a dragon spirit, but it was too long, and I deleted it. There is also Horn (Allen), who runs through the whole line and surpasses Kenny's role, and he originally had a very interesting story with Sonny in my outline, which I also deleted. Fortunately, the whole story hasn't collapsed.,I've filled in all the holes that should be filled.,If there's something you don't understand.,It's that you didn't read it seriously.。

Finally, thank you. Thank you for reading it and liking the story (although I don't know if you really liked it), but I want to say to you, thank you, thank you, thank you very much.

ONZ