311 The Abandoned Dragon Metaphor

One month later ...

A little golden light appeared on the edge of a dark cloud in the sky, looking like a leaping warhorse. The sun was covered by the dark clouds in the sky, and an eagle flew across the sky, its cry shaking the sky. The breeze blew the grass on the plain, and in the distance there was a banyan tree surrounded by a dozen adults holding hands, and it was covered with red cloth wishing plaques.

Wen Bingbing leaned against Long Yu under the banyan tree, looking very charming while sleeping. Long Yu played the xylophone with both hands, playing it slowly and calmly. It has been a month since leaving Baicao Hall. Long Yu plays the soothing music every day to repair Wen Bingbing's soul, and now she has almost recovered.

There was a rumbling sound from the ground in the distance. There was a small village below the slope. Long Yu looked at the village below with his eyes and smiled slightly. This time he came here just for the stone monster. Long Y