The setting sun gave way to the night, and the crescent moon sailed eastward, dipping the dense forest into darkness, while a layer of pale white started to rise.
Seeing the air become somber, Zhu Gaoyang slapped the boy on the shoulder and laughed, "If we had met in Shengjing City, I would have stood on top of the Kirin Tower, telling everyone that you are my friend."
"...That would be somewhat embarrassing."
Zhu Gaoyang sobered up, fine scales climbing up to his chin, whispering: "I should get going ——"
Suddenly!
His hand was seized, and Dragon Saliva surged up his arm, directly rushing to the top of his skull.
He abruptly turned his head to bear down on the youth. His phoenix eyes blazed, his whiskers were fanned out, and he seemed like a furious Kylin!
If Pei Ye had seen this scene, he definitely wouldn't doubt the gentle smile Zhu Gaoyang had shown earlier.
