The lonely east city, on the cliff by the sea.

A woman sat barefoot on a bluestone.

The skirt is red and spread beside the stone.

The skirt dragged to the floor, and two small pieces of frosty white toes accidentally leaked out.

Close together to form a symmetrical pair.

The snowy feet exposed under this pair of skirts are well-proportioned and delicate, round and white.

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

But occasionally, a few grains of gravel get stuck between the two big toes.

If anyone who loves feet is present, they will be secretly worried and distressed, fearing that the gravel will pierce the delicate jade skin.

But at this moment, the owner of the jade feet didn't seem to care. Just now, he seemed to be walking barefoot on the beach and climbing the cliff with his shoes.

On one side of the bluestone, there are two red embroidered shoes placed horizontally and vertically. The snow-white footwear is randomly rolled into a ball 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 snowy feet exposed under the skirt are close together, the sole of the right foot is on the ground, the toes are suddenly raised, the big toe curls down, and then...

He quietly scratched the itchy spot on the instep of his left foot.

This scene was very short, and in the next second, the pair of cute and charming snow-footed people returned to their original position.

This woman in a red dress is sitting on the bluestone, her long legs are close together, her left knee is propped on her thigh, and her palm-sized hibiscus face is supported by her palm.

At this time, this young-looking woman looked lazy, opened her mouth, covered her mouth with four fingers of her left hand, and let out a lazy yawn.

On one side, he played with a small wine-red sword in his right hand.

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

After the barefoot woman finished yawning, her teeth licked her red lips.

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

This month, the woman on the bluestone on the cliff top is guessing that she will be in her prime years.

Hibiscus double belt, hanging poplar bun.

There is a beaded flower hairpin on the bun, with red tassels hanging from it, which complements the hair perfectly.

He has a pair of bright and beautiful almond-shaped eyes, with the ends of his eyes slightly raised and charming.

However, if you take a closer look, you will see that there is some kind of amusement and indifference hidden deep in the eyes of this barefoot woman, which is a sense of alienation and coldness that would repel people from thousands of miles away.

To put it simply, her temperament and image are definitely more suitable than a silly little fox demon to appear in the mountains and forests on rainy nights, performing beauty traps and so on.

Because this woman is more like a rose with thorns that attracts men but will eat them alive at any time. There is an unknown danger hidden in it.

And if a certain little fox demon surnamed Su appears on a rainy night, he would be really foolish to fall in love...

At this moment, if Zhao Rong was on the top of the cliff by the sea, he would definitely remember the pair of apricot eyes of the barefoot woman on the bluestone, which are pretty on the outside and cold on the inside, and they would have a profound impact on him...

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

Lidu, which runs through the north and south of Wangquezhou, irrigated countless lands and gave birth to thousands of water descendants, completely enters the sea here after dividing Duyou City into east and west cities.

A magnificent long bridge stands not far from the entrance to the sea, connecting 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 Lidu must pass under it before they can see the sea.

I don’t know what year, month and day this long bridge was built, and it has been crossed by countless carriages and pedestrians from Duyou City.

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

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

The name of the plaque is "The dragon is born".

The handwriting is regular and neat, but it looks deliberately dull.

No one signed this plaque, and the origin is unknown. However, people from Duyou City who rarely visited Duyou City used this plaque to call the long bridge Dragon Bridge, and this name continues to this day.

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

The rusty sword has been exposed to the humid sea breeze for many years, and is stained with rust. Occasionally, rust will fall off, and it will sway in the sea breeze, making a slight creaking and overwhelming sound. It is on the verge of falling, but... it does not fall, hanging among thousands of water creatures.

top of head...

On the top of the cliff, the woman with 'red lips, red clothes and lotus face' looked fascinated.

Looking from her here, the North Sea is vast and slender. Under the bridge at the mouth of the sea, the rushing turbid river water beats the clear blue waves crazily...

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

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

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

The barefoot woman suddenly chuckled.

"Gege" laughs like a crisp silver bell.

At first, her laughter was small, like an unconscious smile.

But then, as if she remembered something funny, she laughed even happier and louder, until she finally laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Gegege...hahahaha..."

The barefoot woman's shoulders trembled, her eyes closed and her belly covered, and she laughed so happily that she shed some tears and wiped them with the back of her hands.

At a certain moment, she suddenly tiptoed a little, and her delicate body took advantage of the force and jumped straight up.

The figure is extremely light.

The pair of cute bare feet made a soft 'click' sound and stepped firmly on the 'bluestone' where they were sitting before.

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

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

There was still some abnormal flushing from laughter on her face.

The sea breeze blew violently.

The streamers of the woman's skirt on the stone were flying, and the black hair on her temples was flying, which temporarily covered her flushed face, making it difficult to see any of her expressions.

Only a pair of wonderful eyes were still extremely bright in the darkness, but they were suddenly closed again.

On the pitch-black cliff, a barefoot woman stepped on the rocks and climbed up. She put her hands behind her back, closed her eyes, raised her chest, raised her head, and took a deep breath.

In the seaside wind, in addition to the salty smell, she also smelled the smell of rust after a heavy downpour.

In the darkness, the barefoot woman took several deep breaths, seemingly intoxicated.

This is what she does every time she comes back to this cliff top.

The burning smell of blood mixed in the sea breeze was very familiar to her and she would never forget it.

They come from the countless water-born demon tribes in Wangque Continent.

In the distance, under the magnificent sea view at the mouth of Dadu, there are countless white bones of Shuiyi.

The turbulent and churning muddy river water covered up the dripping blood that could not be diluted.

There are thousands of people living in Wangque Island who have not seen the sea for six thousand years...

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

Just when she looked a little sickly and was intoxicated by the familiar smell of blood, the small light red sword flying between the fingers of her right hand suddenly trembled and trembled!

The barefoot woman suddenly looked back.

A pair of big and beautiful almond-shaped eyes seemed to turn into a pair of cold vertical pupils for a moment. This strange scene disappeared in an instant. If you look closely, you can see that the woman still has beautiful and charming eyes, but at this time, her eyes are staring straight at her.

Somewhere in the distance in the lonely East City, there is no blinking.

I do not know how long it has been.

The barefoot woman slowly turned around, her almond-shaped eyes gradually narrowed.

"Xia Chongzhai..."

The next second, her figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a murmur to herself floating in the sea breeze.

The dark cliff top was deserted, as if nothing had happened, it was silent...

However, the next second, a man in red clothes suddenly returned to the place with familiar bare feet, standing on the blood-red bluestone just now.

The barefoot woman goes and comes back.

She looked around, then lightly jumped off the stone and stretched out her feet to put on the leftover red embroidered shoes.

The barefoot woman put her hands behind her back and looked calm. She was wearing red embroidered shoes. She kicked the ground with her right toe and put on the two repair shoes.

She nodded with satisfaction, and the next second, her figure disappeared again.

Never returned this time...

This cliff is called Dragon Blood Cliff.

In ancient times, there was a real dragon that splashed blood on the cliff stone.

The rusty sword under the Dragon Bridge in the distance has an interesting name.

Summer insects.
Chapter completed!