Two hundred years after the Dragon Clan was destroyed, Shui Yao wandered the world alone and met a strange person by chance.
Each case was full of twists and turns, and she worked with him to peel off the cocoons, break through the clouds and clear away the fog, welcome the four ghosts and ghosts, and travel around the hearts and minds of all directions.
It wasn't until his cold sword was pressed against the tip of her throat that Shui Yao finally recognized that he was from the dragon clan that she had destroyed two hundred years ago.
He was once so arrogant and arrogant, but now his dragon tendons and scales have been stripped off, and his proud flesh and blood are almost all broken, but he is still smiling lazily, and his snow-white robe is not stained by any dust.
With a twist of his wrist, the tip of the sword was bright and sharp, but he pushed away the countless swords and spears in front of her. Blood dripped from his hand like tears. He said to her pointed by Wan Fu: "What are you afraid of? Come behind me."
*Fantasy/suspense/detective, one volume per case.
Intention: To be determined