The world is so big, only the two countries of Canglan and Chasing the Moon can be divided and contended, and more than a dozen small countries are attached to each other.

As a small country relatively remote from Canglan, Huosang Country is vast and sparsely populated, and the people are fierce, but the geological conditions are not superior, and it can only rely on trade in exchange for wealth and food, which is not the best nor the worst among the many affiliated small countries in Canglan, and the geographical location is remote, except for the pilgrimage every three years, the exchanges with Canglan are not close.

The four seasons of the fire mulberry are not distinct, basically there are only two seasons of winter and summer, the summer is extremely hot, and the winter is extremely cold.

In the twilight of winter, there is still snow for thousands of miles, and in the mountains northwest of Huosang, the wind and snow are all over the sky, and a group of hungry wolves flashes their vicious beast pupils, spit out scarlet tongues, and the hot air turns into white mist, slowly disappearing into the air.

In their encirclement, in front of the big tree hugged by five people, three torches surrounded one person, fifteen or sixteen years old, eyebrows and eyes like fire, panting in his mouth, Yingwu's face was covered with blood, the heavy Huaqiu that was originally draped on his body had been thrown to several wolf corpses beside him, only the plain cloud shoes on his feet and the purple and gold crown of shark beads in his hair showed his extraordinary identity.

The man confronted the wolves with a delicate dagger, the dagger glittering in the warm winter sun, and the blood dripped down the dagger into the snow, like a leak, counting the time drop by drop. The bleeding wounds on his body and the hideous wolf corpses around him showed what kind of great battle he had just experienced here.

The two opposing sides in the snow-white clearing, one side in order to tear the other party apart and devour each other, and the other side in order to kill the other party's encirclement and escape, all in order to survive.

The young man squinted at the wolves, licked his tongue and kissed it, revealing his fierce face. They didn't come forward now for fear of losing their companions again, the boy knew they were waiting, waiting for the three torches to burn out, waiting for him to run out, maybe they had seen that he was resisting, maybe when the blood on the dagger was dripping or the next second, they would all pounce on him and devour him.

The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, and the eyes of people in a daze can't be opened, and the young man is already at the end of his crossbow, so he doesn't need to be blinded by the wind and snow, he may fall down at any time.

After all, he is a pampered person, even if he knows some fist and foot skills, it is not enough to deal with dozens of hungry wolves in this ice and snow. What's more, he was also wounded by an arrow, if it weren't for the smell of blood, it wouldn't have attracted hungry wolves, and if it wasn't for excessive blood loss, he wouldn't have been able to exert his strength.

The three torches stood in the cold wind, but the flames became smaller and smaller, and as soon as the wind and snow passed, they finally extinguished two with a pop, and the young man quickly pulled up the remaining one and held it in his hand, because the movement was too fast, he was dizzy for a while, and staggered twice.

The wolves were about to move, the scarlet tongue and the blue beast pupils reflected the young man's embarrassed appearance at this time, and the sticky liquid on the tip of the tongue dripped a drop, looking greedily at the meal in front of him.

The boy seems to know that his limit is approaching, in fact, he should have been eaten when the wolves came, and the arrow behind his back was four points into the flesh, and his liver and gallbladder hurt when he moved, but it was this pain that supported the boy to light the torch and fight with the wolves.

This pain is given by relatives, in the emperor's family, never greedy for the powerful, after the death of the mother concubine, she was even more cautious, walking on thin ice, but she still escaped the envy and framing of people, and fell into such a realm.

Why? Why? Obviously he doesn't want anything, obviously he doesn't fight for anything, just because some people rumor that he is too heroic and too smart, and he may threaten the crown prince of the imperial brother, so he has to get rid of him?!

It's clear that he's living so humble, but still don't let him go?! If that's the case, then it's better for him to earn the position of the prince from the beginning, to seize the position that belongs to him, maybe it's not him who is in this place now!

He is unwilling, how can he be willing?! If he survives, he must let those people in high positions pay back the pain of today a hundredfold!

The corners of the young man's mouth suddenly hooked up a smile, which meant too much, and of course the wolves couldn't understand it, they just thought that this person was sneering and provoking, and under the signal of the wolf king, they rushed forward one after another.

The boy wanted to swing a knife to force back the wolves, but after injuring one, his eyes were full of flowers, his feet were weak, and he knelt in the snow. In the next second, he came to the eyes of the exhausted young man, with a big mouth like a blood basin, and the cold on the long fangs made the young man feel like falling into ice.

Really...... Still can't escape, it seems that the only way to take revenge is the afterlife...... What a thing in the world is really unfair......

The imaginary pain did not fall on the body, a figure in a simple gray cotton coat fell from the sky, shuttled among the wolves, exerted his kung fu, and slapped all the hungry wolves away, and the wolf king roared to the sky, calling back the people who could still move, and fled to the depths of the mountain.

A pair of gray fox boots appeared in the half-squinted eyes of the young man, a pair of withered hands roamed around the young man's body to check, and a middle-aged man's deep voice came from his head, "Heh, it's a good seedling, it's your luck to meet me." ”

He was rescued by an unknown middle-aged man, the man's face was mediocre, but his hands were as shriveled as an old woman, and there was often a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his mediocre face made people feel a little warm.

When asked about his name, the young man replied coldly, "Chu Yan." ”

The man chuckled, "It's a good name to have the same surname as the monarch." ”

The man asked, "Will you come with me?" The boy replied, "I want revenge." The man looked up and laughed, "Just follow me, I promise you will be the strongest person and play with all the people who have bullied you before!" ”

Chu Yan nodded and followed the man away without hesitation.

But I didn't know that just out of the wolf's den, but like a tiger's den, no, it is a more dangerous situation than the tiger's den, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is hell.

The man was not from the Huosang Kingdom, and it wasn't until the two of them stepped into the Canglan realm that the man's identity was told to Chu Yan, he was the poison immortal of Canglan, Xiang Tianmiao.

Chu Yan nodded, thinking that it didn't matter, as long as what he said could make him the strongest person can be realized, the rest doesn't matter, a strange smile flashed at the corner of the man's mouth, and after many years of thinking about it, Chu Yan still hated himself for being blinded by hatred, and he actually made such a decision, so that the person he cared about the most suffered a lot later.

If he could, he would rather die fighting the wolves than to be the strongest, and even those who were like immortals would fall into hell and suffer untold suffering......

In the wooden barrel, the black turbid potion had cooled, the heat no longer existed, and the Yan eyes in the barrel moved left and right with their eyes closed, their sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a while, they opened their eyes faintly.

It turned out to be a dream.