The Legend of Luoying Qinglong

Night, dark night, Night, dark night, Abyss, endless abyss, Falling, endless falling, "Duanmu Lian?! Duanmu Lian——" These six words shouted by the man on the cliff reached the ears of the falling girl Duanmu Lian. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate face, dressed in men's clothing in blue, and long black hair, unconstrained by a headband, flying freely with the strong wind. Duanmu Lian, who was in the air, had no expression on his face and his eyes were lifeless, but he was staring at the figures on the cliff, trying to keep them all in mind. The branches on the mountain wall danced wildly and scratched Duanmu Lian's body, but they could not shake her expression at all. "Ordinary people should hate it if they encounter this..." It was impossible for anyone else to accompany her whereabouts. Duanmu Lian naturally told her this sentence. But I don't hate... No hate, no hate! I made this choice myself, I took the initiative to jump off the cliff. I don't hate you. ! The regret under the cliff, the mystery on the cliff, this is not the beginning, nor the end! The path of cultivation, the Green Dragon Waterway, the water of heaven and earth, are all under my control! I am in charge of my destiny. Even if I die, it is up to me to decide. No one will be allowed to interfere!