A monster with only one wing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A wing.

I jerked my head up to meet a pair of dark green eyes. Before I could see what it looked like, it flapped its wings, and the wind from the wings blew the green trees to the side, and I had to use my hands to block the front to avoid being injured by the wind.

By the time I opened my eyes again, it was gone, except for the branches still swaying slightly, indicating that a visitor had lodged on its torso.

I stood there for a long time. I vaguely remember that there seemed to be such a thing in my memory, with a huge body and the potential to swallow the sky, but one of its wings was torn off by itself.

Outside the west mountain at sunset, the moontop treetops. I don't know when, it's completely dark.

The time of the paradise is out of sync with the real world, and the sunset and moonrise come faster than the outside world. Half a day has passed since I finished my cultivation.

It's been half a day, and even in the real world, more than an hour has passed.

Since I built the foundation, I can hardly feel hungry, and the reason why I have maintained the habit of eating three meals a day is just to eat as a kind of pleasure.

Fun, someone to share, is happier.

However, now that it was time to eat, I could no longer be interested.

So, let's walk around again.

No, it's too boring to just walk around, so let's find something to do and just go find the monster just now.

I chased in the direction the monster had fled, seeing more and more white beads along the way. Obviously, there weren't so many when I came here just now, so it's like laying a layer of white pearls on the ground at this moment.

White pearls, white pearls, I remember that I also used this pearl to make a white hosta.

I walked along the place where the white pearls were dense, through a few groves, over several mountains, and came to the front of another mountain.

I looked up at the mountain, which had no top in sight, and the light of the pearls illuminated almost half of the sky.

It is a pearl mountain made of pearls, and under the shroud of the moonlight, each pearl shines brightly and is incredibly beautiful.

It was as if I had seen a huge treasure, and for a moment I was a little relieved.

I can't imagine how many years it would take to become such a behemoth.

"Woo woo, woo woo ......"

Who's crying? The voice was mournful, like a heart-rending cry, and like a low cry in despair.

I followed the sound, but I couldn't find the crying person, even though the voice was nearby. I leaned against a crooked-necked tree at the foot of the mountain, looked around, and listened carefully.

After a while, nothing was found.

Suddenly, a white pearl fell out of nowhere, hitting my head and then at my feet.

I turned and looked at the inconspicuous hill next to Pearl Mountain.

It was dark, only the faint moonlight illuminated, but it didn't interfere with my vision.

This hill is close to Pearl Mountain, but it is very different from Pearl Mountain, if Pearl Mountain is a great treasure, then this hill is a worthless waste rock.

There are no other colors or creatures in the whole mountain, only dense black "big trees" that are unknown grow. This big tree has no roots and trunks, not even branches and leaves, only a bare trunk that is evenly matched, and after looking at it for a long time, it does not look like a tree.

The whining continued, as if it were resounding in the air, and as if it were coming from the hill.

I listened intently, and felt a little dazed. Some pictures appeared in the brain intermittently, there were beautiful little goblins, there were all kinds of monsters in gorgeous costumes, there were also countless scenes of monsters roaring and running, and there was a ...... A monster with broken wings.

Yes, I once saw in a dream that the wings were broken, one was a beautiful goblin, and the other was a horrible monster.

The little goblin seemed to be calling—

"Green."

I let out a low cry, and my whimpering stopped abruptly.

It's moving!

The mountain suddenly moved!

I stared at me without blinking.

The hill rises from the ground, and at some point two feet emerge from the bottom of the mountain, supporting the mountain and gradually turning around. The "trees" on the mountain are shaking constantly, and the ground is shaking gently.

When I saw the whole picture of this "mountain", I realized that this "mountain" was not a mountain, but the monster I had just seen in the woods.

It was huge, its face was covered with trees, oh no, all covered by its hair, revealing only a pair of eyes larger than a lantern, glowing green in the night.

However, these eyes are not terrifying, but from a distance, they look like two moons covered with green veils, with a hazy and indescribable beauty.

The green eye blinked, and a few white pearls fell from its eyes, just in time for me to catch them.

I looked at the pearl in my hand and was dazed for a moment.

It turned out that it was not a white pearl, but tears flowing from its eyes.

"Green, green, you're green, right?"

I called out its name, but it shook its body, turned its head and ran.

Perhaps it was so excited that it didn't even remember to fly with its wings, but ran on two legs.

It's so slow that I don't even need to use a spell to keep up with it.

"Green, I know you're green, you stop."

I shouted. Hopefully it stops.

I don't know why I'm running after it, not because I'm curious, not because I'm bored, but because I can't explain it.

"Where are you, you're back, you're coming back, tens of thousands of years have passed, why haven't you come back, haven't come back-"

It was as if I heard the roar of the monster in my memory again, it was so angry, so terrifying, so ...... Helpless.

What kind of affection is worth waiting for tens of thousands of years?

What kind of loneliness makes affection turn into anger?

How desperate is it to turn a beautiful paradise into an eerie cave of bones, even at the cost of destroying its wings to vent its anger?

I don't know, I don't know anything.

I just want to catch up with this youkai and hope it ...... By the way, how do you want it to be?

What if you catch up with it?

What can I do if I don't know anything?

I stopped and looked at the white pearls that had been paved all the way.

I remember that when I first entered the paradise, I was faced with devastation, and only the shining pearls in the endless darkness gave my heart a little comfort. I collect these pearls everywhere in my spare time, and I feel satisfied to see them occupy more and more beautiful boxes. Casting these pearls into a beautiful hairpin, I feel that there is nothing happier in the world.

But who would have thought that this kind of pearl that makes me happy and satisfied many times is someone else's tears.

It was so sad that tens of thousands of years of despair turned into pearls that stung my eyes.

"Green, I'm sorry, I'm late."