The Moonlight Forest is more dangerous than the Frozen Forest, and no human can get close to it, let alone enter it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Because the forest is inhabited by a proud race - elves.

Where there are elves, there will never be humans, because they are extremely disgusted and hateful to humans, and even if someone does not intend to get even half a step close to the forest, they will be hunted with the most cruelty.

To humans, the Moonlight Forest is a place more terrifying than purgatory, but to elves, it is their warmest paradise.

In the most inconspicuous corner of the forest, there is a claustrophobic wooden hut with doors and windows closed all year round, and no sun can be seen.

There was a small bed in the wooden house, and on the bed sat a young man, dressed in white, with black hair like a waterfall, and a pair of pure black eyes on his delicate little face as immature and lovely as a deer in the morning.

But on his face, he couldn't see the innocence that should be there at this age, and on his immature face, there was only indifference and numbness that didn't match.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe walked into the wooden house and into the numb teenager.

The boy didn't seem to see him coming, and his eyes were empty except for the hollow.

The middle-aged man was not surprised, and sneered, "Still unwilling to explain?" It doesn't matter, soon, you will take the initiative to speak." ”

He stretched out a hand, and a gray mist rose from the palm of his hand, wrapping around his arm.

In the gray mist, streaks of blood flowed down, winding down his palms, staining his gray robes red.

"Guess whose blood is this?" the middle-aged man asked in a seductive tone as he stretched out his bloody palm in front of the young man.

The numb boy slowly lowered his head and looked at the man's palm, the blood gushing out was reflected in his black and white eyes, and it burned his heart like a burning flame.

Blood...... Flavor......

The empty eyes of the young man that had not changed for thousands of years finally appeared a little focus, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, blinking, like a weak fawn.

He stared at the blood in the man's palm, and his pale lips closed one by one, "...... The ...... of the Immortals" was as weak as a whisper, and only he could hear it.

But the middle-aged man also heard it, he was extremely satisfied with the young man's reaction, and continued to bewitch him, "That's right, it's the person you have in mind, she is in my hands now, do you want to save her?"

As he spoke, the blood in his palms gushed incessantly, and some of it flowed down the corners of his gray robe onto the boy's shirt.

A trail of blood, not yet condensed, dripped onto the white clothes, as if a bright plum blossom had bloomed.

This gorgeous red color stimulated the teenager after all. The long, curly eyelashes fluttered more and more, like two butterflies fluttering their wings. He blinked faster and faster, and with each blink, some clarity regained in his eyes.

"Immortal ......" he silently recited the name imprinted in his heart, and scenes gradually began to play out in his mind......

"It's by the sea. My name is Wuxian, and my master saved you. Why are you here?"

"Do you know what your name is?"

"I'm older than you, so you can call me sister. Will you come with me?"

Sister......

"Not having a name is a problem. Otherwise, you can have my surname, just call An An, how about it?"

Ann......

"An An, believe me, this must be your name. Great, you finally have a name of your own. In the future, you will be called An Ruo, which is good to listen to and remember. ”

An Ruo ......