Time is ticking, and I don't know how long it has been.

When Billions of Streams came to consciousness again, they only felt a sharp pain all over their bodies. The pain is almost to the point where it can affect the senses of the body.

As a battle-hardened warrior, he has always been very crisis-conscious, and at the first time, he will subconsciously open his eyes to observe the surrounding environment, so as not to have unknown dangers.

Although he was out of control now, he reluctantly opened one eye to check his surroundings.

In a daze, he found himself lying in a sloping meadow somewhere, somewhere.

A gentle breeze blows, gently swaying bunches of white tidbits, and the air is immediately filled with a faint fragrance, which makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Hundreds of billions of streams, who couldn't figure out the situation, closed his eyes again and began to recall what happened before he fainted.

The vitality here is quite sufficient, and hundreds of billions of people can feel that the spiritual power in the body has been greatly replenished by taking a breath casually, so it seems that their injuries should be able to recover soon.

After a while, he felt that his body had almost recovered, and the pain was not as intense as before, and he sat up slowly with his arms on his body.

Who knows, as soon as he sat up, he saw a black shadow in front of him, and then he was kicked by someone.

The next moment, a strand of black hair swept across the cheeks of the hundred billion streams, he opened his eyes wide, and found Qian Ling'er squatting next to him, muttering and saying, "This time is just to teach you a lesson, if I mess myself up all over my body next time, I will definitely kill you." ”

Billions of people reluctantly got up, and immediately made a death gesture towards Qian Ling'er: "You are so ruthless, what else is there such a thing as 'I will definitely kill you', I will return it to you as it is." ”

"Hmph, really, what are you going to do now?" Finding that Billion's face had changed, she didn't continue.

Billions of streams were also stunned, and after thinking for a long time, they responded: "I want to go back to the Dark Empire first, and I can't go to the fairy world to find you for the time being." ”

"I see, can you stay with me a little longer?" the two stopped talking and sat back to back, as if time had stood still at this moment.

As the sun moves west, the sky turns golden as the setting sun fades as the sun sets.

Qian Ling'er, who was suddenly leaning on the back of the hundred billion stream, let out a scream, he quickly turned his head to look over, but there was nothing behind him.

It's like a dream.

One-one-one-one-one-one

On the long and barren path, there was a young man in a black cloak, who walked aimlessly on the secret passage in the forest, and his deep eyes revealed a trace of confusion, as if he was wondering where he should go.

It has been a thousand years since Billions of Streams came to the Dawn Continent, and although his memories of the past have been a little blurred, he still vaguely remembers that he has traveled to this world from a place called Earth.

Now, in the past thousand years, he has long since changed from a thin hairy boy to a powerful demon god.

Although that period was very short compared to his thousand-year life, it once again aroused his nostalgic thinking.

Thousands of years ago, snow covered most of the buildings on the ground.

It's a bitterly cold winter day, and although most people choose to stay at home or in a warm tavern, there are occasionally a few people passing by on the streets.

It was a hundred billion stream that had just come to the Dawn Continent, and it was not as powerful as it is now, like a wasted person, so it had no use value, and it could only end up on the streets.

Although it is said that the passers-by saw the hundreds of billions of streams lying on the ground and dying, they all chose to walk away as if nothing happened.

Now in troubled times, it's good to be able to fill your stomach at home, and who cares about strangers who have nothing to do with you?

Billions of people looked at the warmth and coldness of people, and did not ask him for help, because there was only indifference and dead silence in his eyes, his heart was closed, and this world was disgusting to him.

Maybe death is the ultimate belonging, thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Eh, were you laughing just now? So you're still alive! I thought you were dead!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded, and Billions of Streams raised their heads and looked at the source of the sound. It was an embarrassed little beggar, dressed in a tattered padded jacket, simple but very decent, her clothes dirty, and her face covered with dust.

"Would you like something to eat?" asked the little beggar as he took out a bun and handed it to the mouth of the billionaire.

He looked at the bun in the little beggar's hand, the indifference in his eyes suddenly decreased by a point, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

After coming to another world, for the first time, he also felt warmth, and for the first time, he also felt the taste of being cared for.

He tried to reach out but couldn't move, so he could barely open and close his mouth, chewing on a small piece of the bun, which he swallowed without hesitation, even though it seemed to have a strange taste.

Although the snow trapped the whole of the little beggar's legs, he moved with difficulty, and with each step forward, deep footprints were carved into the snow white behind him.

Since then, Qianliuliu has lived with the little beggar Qianling'er, who often picks up wild fruits or food thrown away by others to satisfy their hunger.

They live together painfully and happily.

The Dark Empire was established for the first time, and a large number of people were recruited to help the homeless, which gave them hope.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

The rulers of the Dark Empire, all of whom had been followers of the Demon God Order, were ready to use a large amount of blood as the price for awakening the Demon God Order.

The mysterious blood sacrifice happened to be broken by the hundreds of billions of streams of cleaning, and he saw the Ancient Demon God Order, and from that moment on, he really embarked on a journey to the other world.

Originally, he was still indulging in the memories of the hundreds of billions of streams, but suddenly looked into the distance vigilantly and shouted: "Who?

There was a town not far away, and on the roof a hundred meters away, there was an old man in a black robe with a bat staff in his hand, staring at this side with a sinister smile that made people stand upside down.

With a sharp chirp, the overwhelming bats were like a tide, surging towards hundreds of billions of streams.

This bat is a low-level magical beast, and although it is weak, it cannot hold a large number of them.

"Let me meditate and feel thy body. Hell, the spirit of eternal fall. Revive the flames and burn the eight desolations. The secret technique of the ghost dungeon is a peaceful shackle. The robed old man smiled coldly, quickly recited the incantation and waved his bat staff, and then, a sealing circle appeared out of thin air.

In the center of the sealing circle, there was a hundred billion streams standing, he had long been bound by the shackles of the gods, and he had no chance to fight back at all.

Just like then, death may be his only belonging.