Alone in the East City, on the cliff by the sea.

A woman was sitting barefoot on a bluestone.

The red skirt was spread beside the stone.

Where her skirt dragged on the ground, two small sections of frosty white toes were accidentally revealed.

Put together to form a symmetrical pair.

The snow-white feet exposed under the skirt are well-proportioned, delicate, round, and white.

The ten big toes are painted with blood-red cardamom, slightly bent and closed, like finely carved rubies, delicate and small.

It's just that occasionally a few grains of sand get stuck between the two big toes.

If there is someone who loves feet present, he or she will definitely be worried and distressed, afraid that the sand will pierce the delicate skin.

But at this moment, the owner of the jade feet seemed to not care at all, and just now she seemed to be walking barefoot on the beach and climbing the cliff with her shoes picked up.

On one side of the bluestone, there were two red embroidered shoes, one horizontally and one vertically, with snow-white footwear casually rolled up and stuffed inside the shoes.

On the cliff, the only sound was the sea breeze blowing the woman's black hair.

At this moment.

The pair of snow-white feet exposed under the skirt were put together, the sole of the right foot was supporting the ground, the toes suddenly curled up, the big toe curled down, and then...

I quietly scratched the itchy spot on the back of my left foot.

This scene was very short, and in the next second, the pair of playful and lovely snow-covered feet returned to their original position and closed neatly.

The woman in the red skirt was sitting on the bluestone, with her long legs together, her left knee resting on her thigh, her palm supporting her small face as big as a lotus.

At this moment, this young-looking woman had a lazy look on her face. She opened her mouth, covered her mouth with four fingers of her left palm, and yawned lazily.

While playing with a burgundy sword in his right hand.

The small sword was very small and looked light, fluttering between her five fingers like a butterfly among flowers.

After the barefoot woman yawned, she scratched her red lips with her pearly teeth.

She turned her beautiful eyes and continued to look at the Dadu estuary in the distance with her almond-shaped eyes.

The woman sitting on the bluestone on the cliff under the moon is spending her prime years.

Double hibiscus belts and a delicate bun like willow.

A hairpin with pearl flowers and red tassels was pinned on her bun, which complemented her beautiful hair.

She has a pair of beautiful, lively almond-shaped eyes, with slightly upturned corners, which makes her look charming and seductive.

However, if you look closely, you can see a kind of playful indifference hidden deep in the barefoot woman's eyes, a kind of coldness that keeps people at a distance.

Simply put, her temperament and image are definitely more suitable for appearing in the deep mountains and forests on a rainy night, performing beauty tricks or something like that, than a silly little fox demon.

Because this woman is more like a thorny rose that attracts men to approach her but can eat them alive at any time, and there are unknown dangers hidden in her.

And if a certain little fox demon named Su appeared in Poguan on a rainy night, it would be really stupid for him to fall in love...

At this moment, if Zhao Rong was on the cliff by the sea, he would definitely remember the beautiful but cold almond eyes of the barefoot woman on the bluestone, and it would have left a deep impression on him...

At that moment, a magnificent sea view was reflected in the barefoot woman's eyes.

The Li Du River, which runs through Wangque Island from north to south, irrigates countless lands and breeds thousands of water creatures, completely flows into the sea here after dividing Duyou City into two cities, east and west.

A magnificent long bridge stands not far from the estuary, connecting the Duyou East City and West City.

The long bridge is like a quiet gate, standing at the mouth of Dadu. Every drop of river water and every shrimp and fish in Dadu must pass under it before seeing the sea.

No one knows when this long bridge was built, but it has been walked upon by countless carriages and pedestrians from Duyou City.

The bridge is covered with imperial plaques sent by hundreds of dynasties at the foot of Wangque Mountain, and there are countless calligraphy and poems by past literati and poets. There are also countless old stories and honors.

Among them, the earliest plaque is hung at the highest point of the long bridge.

The plaque is named "Where the Dragon Was Born".

The handwriting is standard and neat, yet appears deliberately stiff.

No one signed this plaque and the origin of it is unknown, but people who passed by Duyou City called the long bridge the Dragon Bridge based on this plaque, and this name has been used to this day.

Below the Dragon Bridge, in the center of the arched bridge bottom, hangs an ancient rusty sword.

The rusted sword had been exposed to the damp sea breeze for many years, and was covered with rust. Occasionally, some rust would fall off, swaying in the sea breeze, making a slight creaking sound as if it could not bear the weight. It was about to fall, but... it just wouldn't fall, hanging above the heads of thousands of water creatures...

On the top of the cliff, the woman with red lips, red clothes and hibiscus face seemed to be watching intently.

From where she was, the North Sea was vast, the Li Du was narrow, and under the bridge at the estuary, the turbid river water was madly hitting the clear blue waves...

The woman knew very well that in this straight river, it was not just the turbid waves that were so crazy.

It is easy to change clear into turbid, but how difficult is it to change turbid into clear?

The sea is vast and the sky is high, how can we reach this place?

The barefoot woman suddenly chuckled.

"Gege——" The laughter sounded like the clear sound of silver bells.

At first, her laughter was very small, like her usual unconscious laugh.

But then, as if she remembered something funny, she laughed even more happily, and the sound of her laughter became louder and louder, until she finally couldn't breathe from laughing.

“Gee gege…hahahahaha…”

The barefoot woman's shoulders trembled, she closed her eyes and covered her stomach, laughing happily, some tears came out of her eyes, and she wiped them with the back of her hand.

At a certain moment, she suddenly pointed her toes, used the force of her delicate body to jump straight up.

The figure is extremely light.

The pair of lovely bare feet made a light "click" sound and stepped firmly on the "blue stone" where they were sitting before.

Without the cover of the red skirt, it was revealed that this 'bluestone' was not blue at all. Most of the stone was blood red, moist and bright, as if it had just been taken out of a pool of blood...

So, the barefoot woman in a red dress stood on the blood-red bluestone against the sea breeze.

There was still some abnormal blush on her face from laughing.

The sea breeze blew violently.

The woman on the stone had her skirt fluttering and her black hair dancing on both sides of her temples, momentarily covering her flushed face, making it impossible to see any expression on her face.

Only a pair of beautiful eyes remained extremely bright in the darkness, but they suddenly closed again.

On the dark cliff, a barefoot woman stepped on the stones to climb up, put her hands behind her back, closed her eyes, straightened her chest, raised her head, and took a deep breath.

In the seaside breeze, besides the salty smell, she also smelled the smell of rust after a heavy rain.

In the darkness, the barefoot woman took several deep breaths, seeming a little intoxicated.

This is the action she repeats every time she returns to the top of the cliff.

The strong smell of blood in the sea breeze was something she was extremely familiar with and would never forget.

They come from the countless water monsters in Wangque Continent.

In the distance, under the magnificent sea view at the mouth of Dadu River, there are countless bones of the water descendants.

The surging muddy and yellow river water conceals the indelible demonic blood.

Wangquezhou is full of water creatures, and has not seen the sea for six thousand years...

The barefoot woman stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes and raised her head, her skirt fluttering in the sea breeze.

Just as she was intoxicated by the familiar smell of blood with a somewhat morbid look on her face, the small pink sword flying between the fingers of her right hand suddenly trembled and rang loudly!

The barefoot woman suddenly looked back.

A pair of large and beautiful almond-shaped eyes seemed to turn into a pair of cold vertical pupils for a moment. This strange scene was fleeting. Looking more closely, the woman still had a pair of beautiful and charming eyes, but at this time, her eyes were staring straight at a place in the distance in Duyou East City, without blinking.

I don’t know how much time passed.

On the bluestone, Ning Ying slowly turned around, her almond-shaped eyes gradually narrowed, and her expression was incomprehensible.

The next second, she opened her lips slightly and casually threw the wine-red sword she was playing with between her fingers into her mouth. Then, her figure suddenly disappeared from the cliff.

Only a whisper to myself floats in the sea breeze.

"Xia Chong Zhai..."

The top of the cliff, where no grass grows, is empty and deserted.

It was as if what just happened had never happened.

Silence...

However, suddenly, the figure in red clothes and the familiar bare feet returned to the original place again.

Ning Ying stood on the blood-red bluestone again.

In the darkness, she turned around and looked around. After a moment of silence, she jumped down from the bluestone with her hands behind her back.

She stretched out one of her snowy feet and reached for the two red embroidered shoes that lay tilted beside the stone.

It turned out that I forgot my shoes.

Ning Ying lowered her head and first lifted the red embroidered shoe with her tender white sole. She arched her foot to allow most of her beautiful foot to go into the shoe. Then she stood on tiptoe and kicked the ground to completely put on the embroidered shoe.

The same went for the other shoe... Her expression was calm as she put on her shoe seriously.

After finishing dressing, the woman tilted her head, looked at the red embroidered shoes on her feet that matched her red dress, nodded with satisfaction, and the next second, her figure disappeared again.

This time, she never returned.

Thus, this cliff top facing the sea fell into silence again.

It is called Dragon Blood Cliff.

It is said that in ancient times a real dragon splashed blood on the cliffs, and no grass or trees grew for a thousand years.

In the distance, at the mouth of Li Du, there is a rusty sword with its tip pointing straight down towards the river. It has a strange name.

It's called summer insect.

The Dragon Bridge has been standing for six thousand years.