Blood Dragon

The snow was flying heavily, the cold wind was howling, and the sky and the earth were completely white. Ao Fan stood high in the sky, dressed in white, with long hair fluttering. His bright and indifferent eyes passed through the heavy flying snow, staring in the direction of Xiandao Mountain. Time flies by, beauty fades, how many people's hearts are desolated, and whose lungs are hurt? One hundred thousand years later, looking back, what should I do... [The first work of Rain on the Pillow]