Under the cold sky, black clouds rolled, the wind howled, and a bolt of lightning pierced the silent night sky.

There was a huge ravine, and on the edge of the cliff was a huge granite that stretched like a giant axe into the depths of the forest. Under the cliff, there is the black and white paste gas tumbling, mixed with the slightest thunder and lightning, rushing suddenly.

This is the moat. All living beings will disappear under this moat, and all the races that inhabit it will be jealous of it, because what disappears here will disappear forever. As a result, the world called this place "dead space".

In the distance, the peaks like waves, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, meandering, and between the mountains are narrow and steep ravines and abysses, in which the water is turbulent and the waves are stormy.

On the other side, there is the Qiong Pavilion of the Fairy Mountain, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the blue peaks, counting the dots, floating in the plain sea of smoke, the wind and clouds are changing, suddenly there seems to be, looking back and nothing, a good pair of lively and agile ink Danqing!

These two completely different mountain ranges are the territory of the wolf clan headed by the white wolf, and the fox clan immortal mountain with the nine-tails as the honor, the two clans are bounded by the moat, and there is no extremely high cultivation and the invitation of the other party's domain, and it is forbidden for the two clans to come and go.

On an unusual night, the blood-red moon was reflected in the mountain stream, and the blood-colored pupils like demonic beasts released bright red light, dyeing the world red.

Two adult wolves fled frantically with a baby in their mouths, and a piece of ink-colored fish-shaped jade pendant fell on the baby's chest, and the moonlight reflected on it, faintly emitting a ghostly light, and the two wolves flew through the woods, and their figures were fleeting.

Behind them, two ferocious werewolves howled, crushing rocks and smashing giant trees, and turning into nothingness wherever they passed, relying on the power of blowing withering and decaying.

"Hell, I don't understand why they can still be in the form of wolves at this time, and the child is not affected by this bloody moon in the slightest. One one-eyed werewolf hissed at another.

All this is beyond their previous understanding, because under the blood moon, the wolf clan will be awakened by the blood, and the blood basin mouth will grow several meters long fangs, and the whole body will become very huge, with rough arms, and fists as big as sandbags giving birth to steely claws.

Especially with the blessing of the blood moon, it is impossible to return to the form of a wolf at all, let alone transform into a human form, which will not be controlled at all.

The other werewolf looked much thinner, and although the bloody scar on his face had been wounded for a long time, it was still hideous and terrifying, and he casually lifted a boulder and threw it forward, "This may also be something that the wolf king wants to understand, otherwise how would he go to great lengths to catch that cub." ”

Both of these werewolves are the shadow guards of the current Wolf King. In the wolf clan, except for the wolf king, no one has ever seen these shadow guards, because once they enter the world, they represent Qingsu.

Ahead was the legendary moat, and the granite cracks on the edge of the cliff shone with a crystal blue light, which contrasted with the red of the sky.

The boulder roared towards the two adult wolves, who seemed to not care, and still ran away resolutely.

Bang~

When the boulder was about to fall behind them, they flipped smartly, and with this strength, without any hesitation, they flew towards the terrifying moat......

Suddenly, thunder roared in the moat, and lightning waved wantonly. The two wolves danced in a staggered manner, holding the baby in the center in their avatars. I saw that the moat was torn open by an inexplicable force and swallowed them up.

With a loud bang, they vanished into the black-and-white chaos, and the shattered stones turned into powder on the cracks in the granite and disappeared into dead space.

The two werewolves watched in horror as the figure disappeared into the terrifying moat, but they didn't dare to take another step forward.

"They actually ......" One eye was a little incredulous, and then there was more panic in the only eye, "This, how can you tell the wolf king?"

The blood-colored moonlight shone on the scarred werewolf's wound, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but it instantly returned to cloudiness. He leapt onto the granite, picked up a wisp of wolf hair, rolled it up in a leaf, and threw it to One-Eye.

"Go back and get back to your life. ”

With that, he turned and disappeared into the darkness.

After they were gone, Chaos suddenly became agitated, churning, churning, followed by a loud noise, as if something had been extinguished, and after a long time, it slowly calmed down.

Seven years later, in a tribe on earth, in a tent stood a majestic man, with bronzed skin, a striking scar, blood carved into his resolute face, and some sorrow between his eyebrows.

"Patriarch, the High Priest said that in three days there would be a red moon. A messenger soldier ran in from outside the tent, quietly reporting.

"Stand down," the patriarch still turned his back to him, and no one could see his expression.

The man raised his head, as if he could see through the tent and the sky, and after a long time, sighed, "It's the night of the blood moon again, brother, sister-in-law, are you okay there?"

Every near dusk, there are thick and heavy clouds and mist entrenched in the sky, and the sunset can only take a little gap, bursting out of the crimson glow, like a swimming fish in the sinking sea, occasionally rolling golden scales.

As usual, the men of the tribe returned from hunting in the mountains, and they put the captured game in the hunting grounds of the village, and the patriarch asked the children to distribute them to the various households.

As the sun receded from the stage in the sky and darkness began to engulf the earth, the clansmen lit bonfires, sang songs, danced, and finally enjoyed a sumptuous dinner for the day.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, good wine, good wine!" a big man with a beard on his face, stroked his beard, suddenly, looked around, and said to the white-faced scholar beside him, "Second brother, where is Xiao Fengzi?"

The white-faced scholar was called Xu Yan, and at this moment he shook his wine glass, tore off a leg of mutton, and said, "He, he must have gone to the back mountain to listen to the story again." ”

The back mountain is a gathering place for all kinds of strange arts and tricks in the tribe. There are not only all kinds of rare animals, but also flying fish, singing rabbits, and cats that can tell stories.

At the foot of the mountain, a huge old locust tree stands in the night, its lush branches and leaves stretch into the distance, and people sit quietly under the giant tree, listening, the magical cat tells ordinary stories.

In the treetops, a group of cute elves danced, and in their glow, a black cat licked its paws, flicked the missing ear, and asked everyone in an ethereal voice, "Have you heard of love?"

Its voice was full of human emotion, with a hint of sarcasm in its timbre.

"What is love?" a child asked, standing up and rushing to everyone.

The women and children present, the old people looked at each other, all at a loss, as if none of them had heard of what love was.

The black cat shook its whiskers and raised its head, and the deep night sky revealed a light that seemed to be there, like a calm deep sea without the slightest wave. The moon was silvery-white, like a transparent jade disk, and the sorrow of the moonlight rushed into the embrace of the night sky, sinking in this silence.

He said solemnly, "Love, it can't be measured by things, it is the poison that makes countless young men and women crazy!"

The old people were silent and lowered their heads, their eyes full of memories, and the children were curious and raised their heads, their eyes full of yearning.

"Then you talk about a love. A child shouted at the cat.