Blood trickled down my face through my messy hair, and I felt like I had lost my soul. For more than half a month in Inner Mongolia, I snatched carrion from the mouths of wolves and hunted hares with vultures. I honed my will with the most brutal trials of survival, I tried to dig out the kneecaps of the dead and place them on my left leg, but what I had lost could not be restored by the most perfect substitute.

The little pangolin that has lost its spiritual power hunts ants everywhere, it is no longer as cute as before, I try to get it back to nature, but it always follows me. It doesn't seem to remember anything, and in its world, I'm its only purpose of survival.

It's a wonderful feeling, we go through life and death together, and yet now I want to give it up. Yes, it has become a burden, and carrying it is like dragging my mutilated left leg and will cause me a lot of unnecessary trouble.

I threw it into the deserted prairie and left quietly on my own. Gradually, I began to lose sight of its existence, and I wanted to turn back, but I was afraid that I would not be able to bear it, so I walked aimlessly alone. I don't know how long it has been, but it feels like a century has passed.

I dragged my broken left leg and started running back, I had never been so fast, even before I had lost my knee. I panicked, there was no trace in the vast savannah, a pangolin that had lost its spiritual powers, poached, preyed, anything could possibly.

I looked around helplessly, and the world was spinning. Its cute little face kept appearing in front of me, the dodging figure under the thunder pool, the shyness when he took the food in my hand for the first time, crawled from my arms to my shoulders.

Occasional surprises, casual pointers. It floated in the air, and its dazzling spiritual power pierced my heart. The struggle with Li Mubai, the rambling conversation, the past is vivid. I chased it around, around the house several times, and then it stupidly lay down next to me and threw itself into the net.

The guy on my shoulder was completely let go by me, and I began to repent minute by minute in my heart, sometimes loneliness and freedom are just a thought. Cultivating the Imperial Qi and devouring the Spirit Array, it pinned everything on me, although it was a spiritual pet, it had already become the most important part of my life.

I remember the confusion in the corners of its eyes when it talked about its hometown, what kind of despair it was, I can't imagine, I just remember that it lived happily every day.

I squatted in the prairie with myself in my arms, and it was empty all around. The cold heart, the pain should not be me, it used its own fairy power to save me, but I ruthlessly abandoned it.

In an instant, my world went gray and dark, and all color was lost everywhere I looked.

I wanted to bury myself with remorse, tears swayed everywhere for no reason, I cried out anxiously, and the empty prairie swallowed my call again and again.

I ran until my legs became numb. The sun moved from one side of the meadow to the other without a single echo, without a trace.

I lay on the hillside in despair, and at that moment I knew it was gone, like the friends I once had, who would never be seen again. I closed my eyes and began to reflect, was it not my fault that all this was all this?

I lay there for a long time, and in my dreams I went back to my childhood. A six- or seven-year-old child, with a sad face and an empty birdcage in his hand, begged the adults for something. It was the first friend in my life, and so much time passed, and I forgot this story for a long time.

That year my father brought it back from the bird and flower market, a colorful and plump bird. It stayed in the birdcage, living listlessly all day, and I was curious to think that it was a bird that would not fly away.

I consulted with it for a long time, and I agreed to free it from its cage, but it had to promise that it wouldn't fly away when it came out. I naively thought it would play with me, but the moment the cage was opened, it slipped out of my palm.

It didn't even have time to look back at me when it flew away, so I kept the wings it had left behind in my notebook. I know it's never going to come back, like my old childhood, my lost youth, those things are gone.

Nothing seems to be set in stone in this world, and I sit still and watch the sunset on the horizon. A few bald eagles returning to their nests flew by, wolves that had hunted all day were chasing each other, the little antelope was lying in its mother's arms, and the future of the savannah would not change because of anything.

The moment I turned around, I didn't seem to have woken up yet, and the familiar thing in the corner of my eye sat beside me as if nothing had happened. It's like playing peek-a-boo as a child, the winner quietly appears behind him, looks at his companion with disdain, and then all the unhappiness is swept away.

I pinched myself hard, and the little guy looked at me with disgust. I held it in my arms like a child, and I burst into tears with excitement.

"Stupid, stupid!"

The little guy looked into the distance with an expressionless face, and I had mixed feelings in my heart. Its fairy power is the same as always, it seems to be undergoing a huge metamorphosis in the past half month, it has not complained that I have discarded it, but I can't forgive myself.

I owe it more and more, and the more it cares, the more uneasy I become, knowing that in Baikal it was the Canals that saved me with the power of its own fairies.

My heart is full of questions, and there are many about Bai Yaxi. Qu Yan can feel it, it intrudes into my consciousness unscrupulously, some secret things I don't want to be known by outsiders, but the more I want to hide, the more Qu Yan knows.

"You," the little one looked up at me, "do you, like, her?" ”

I looked at Qu Yan hesitantly, and I couldn't answer that question.

"Do you know what a liking is?" I asked weakly.

"Of course," the little guy nodded confidently, "I like it too." ”

Its big cute eyes looked at me, with some expectation and some disappointment in its eyes. I can't tell, maybe the moment I abandoned it in the prairie, it had already regained its spiritual power. It was so grief-stricken and disappointed in me that I couldn't figure out why it had come back, perhaps because it had done so much to me.

Since Bai Yaxi left, I feel that all living beings in the world are extremely evil. No one will be sincere to you, not even the people who were born and died with you.

I can't understand why I'm the way I am, and I can't figure it out myself. Half evil, half merciful; One side is weak, the other side is fierce. Ever since the demon nature in my body was revealed, I've been like this all the time.

In the savannah I had just rescued the hares from the jaws of the falcons, and the next moment I had devoured them alive with blood. My mind began to become more and more unstable, even the livestock in some nearby villages were not spared.

The black wings are gradually full, and many falcons in the savannah are no longer my opponents, and the territory in the air is completely occupied by me. After days and nights of fighting, the wolves here also surrendered to me.

The little guy Qu Yan expressed concern about my current situation, and the demon bloodline in my body has been inherited from the ancient period. After this period of understanding, I found that the Imperial Qi Technique was perfectly combined with the demonic power in my body, and there was no rejection between the spirit array and the powerful demon bloodline. It's a remarkable discovery, and along the way, there are always some inexplicable opportunities that come up to me, and I'm like a lucky one who wins the lottery from time to time, which is unusual.

One month after I came to Inner Mongolia, I had mastered the third layer of the Imperial Qi Technique, and the ability to condense out of thin air had qualitatively improved my strength. I began to investigate the three snow leopards and black yaks in Siberia, they are supposed to come from here, there are not many no-man's lands in Eurasia, this powerful creature is usually far from the crowd, I want to find out why they are in Oymyakon, Bai Yaxi and whether they are hiding something from me, and the mysterious Andrei, the Yakuts have lived in such a place for generations, and they must be guarding something.

I met Li Mubai again during an accidental hunting activity, my wolves discovered a new species invading the territory, and the falcons in the sky were circling and chirping to inform me.

This is the treatment of a guardian, and I have conquered this territory, and I should take on the obligation to protect this territory, which is what the strong should do.

Qu Yan and I lay in the wolves, and behind the hills, I was like a general leading his brave soldiers. The demon bloodline in my body makes me full of bestiality, and the creatures here no longer regard me as a human being, and the life of Ru Mao drinking blood makes me feel like I have returned to ancient times, and I am eager to completely awaken the powerful bloodline in my body.

The heavy smell of blood wafted through the air, and it hunted a strong antelope, which was supposed to belong to the wolves. Alien intruders roamed the meadows with impunity, and each of the wolves around me spread their claws, determined to teach this rampant creature a lesson.

The first time I saw this monster in the sand, it was the size of a normal hound, but with exaggerated fur, similar to the brown hyena of North Africa. Across the hill, I suddenly smelled the smell of fresh meat being burned.

The wolves were restless, a fire-breathing monster they had never seen before. Black smoke rose over the meadow, and it was extremely unusual for the monster to bake an antelope.

The little guy poked his head out and looked at it for a long time.

"Scourge!" It slurred.

I looked sideways in amazement, Scourge is one of the ten fierce beasts in myths and legends, and it is recorded in many ancient books. In the Book of Mountains and Seas, it is said that there is a dog-shaped monster, black and shiny, like to devour flames, often accompanied by the god of thunder, every time the thunder falls it haunts and devours the fire.