Easton once traveled north during the season of falling flowers. He remembered that Ye Zhou was walking alone among the mist of water. The sky and the earth were the same color. His robe was soaked in the rain, his wide sleeves were fragrant, and the long sword on his back was also caged in the colorful falling flowers on both sides of the bank. He looked into the water and saw that a cloud in the sky had split into eight characters, and a black tail disappeared into the sea of clouds.
Easton couldn't help but look up and saw the clouds and smoke, the dragon's shadow crossing the river, and a small boat shrouding it. The mist on the river was pushed by the wind. Easton took a step aside and followed the dragon shadow with his eyes.
Easton was stunned, and the copper bell tied around his wrist jingled into his ears. He raised his hand to look at it and saw a copper bell hanging on his wrist, tied with a red thread leading into the clouds.
Easton didn't know what this thread was. He raised his arm and pulled it, and heard the roar of dragons in the sky. The water mist suddenly dispersed, and a pair of dragon eyes suddenly appeared in front of the boat. The surrounding water suddenly splashed, and the huge body of the blue dragon entered the water, trapping the boat within an inch.
Easton's temples were slightly damp, and when he saw Long's eyes staring straight, he felt a little scared. He wanted to retreat, but unexpectedly the red line around his wrist tightened, pulling him even closer to the boat. The cold, wet scales rubbed against his shoulders and arms, and his huge body gradually shrank. Easton was trapped in a prison, and he gradually became unable to breathe. He couldn't help but groan in pain, and pressed his palm against the dragon scale, almost cutting his hand due to the sharp hardness.
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