The Dragon Nibelung Rain

Wedge Doomsday Rain On the doomsday day, Lu Mingfei stood on the ruins of Tokyo Tower, and the rain stopped. The sky was dark red, like a red-hot iron plate slowly cooling, with a few sickly rays of skylight leaking out from the edges. Tokyo Tower was broken in the middle, and the steel bars pierced the sky like broken bones, glowing with a cold iron gray under the dark red clouds. On the sea in the distance, a black dragon shadow was slowly rising, its wings covering the entire sky. It is so huge that it makes people think that the world has always been its shadow. Lu Mingfei held a red hair rope in his hand. That was the only thing Eriyi left to him. It was old and faded, like a memory soaked by the rain. There is also a piece of hair wrapped around the hair rope. It is red and so thin that it is almost invisible. It is shaking gently in the wind, like a string that may break at any time. Lu Mingze sat on the gravel at his feet, holding the black umbrella that would never get wet, looking up at him. The raindrops fell on the umbrella and bounced away, like a group of insects that dared not approach. He was wearing that little black suit and his tie was neatly tied, as if he was going to attend someone's funeral. " This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.