The fruit trees in Qinghe Village had lost three crops of fruit puree. Jiang Yan clutched the star pattern button stitched by Su Qing. From a young man carrying a hoe, he became the leader of the Shui Tribe who always uses ice blades to carve fruit flowers.
The light shield of Yaoguang City shattered through the stars, and the demonic energy of Canglin Valley seeped through the leaves, but these were no match for the daily life of Canglan City - Su Qing's fruit basket always contained the largest fruit, Wen Shiyu's herbal tea was sweetened with honey, Xia Xingran's baseball bat was wrapped with fireproof cloth, Shizhuang's bamboo ladder was always tied with star-patterned ropes, Shen Yanci's bookmark held the spiritual leaves picked by Ye Feng, and Yan Shuo's dragon claw always stole half a piece of fruit cake.
Their sleeves were stained with the bloodstains of Protector, and even stained with the fruit puree from Qinghe Village; ice blades and dragon flames burned through the demonic aura, and were wrapped in the sweet aroma of steamed fruit cakes. The hot blood that pushed the devil back into the cracks finally fell into the fruit bowl at the entrance of the alley - there is no eternal battlefield here, only endless fruits to pick, endless tea to drink, and unfinished words, soaked in water mist, diffused into the softest Old Testament.
Purpose: Go to the appointment with the stars with the courage of a young man, and protect the peace of the world with the unity of humans and dragons
Blood and Responsibility.