In the silence and emptiness of the mountain forest, a 3-year-old boy ran covered in blood.

It was not so much a run as a fall, a difficult step, and after a few steps, he fell to the ground again.

His body was covered with large and small scars, his clothes were ragged and shabby, and his little white face was covered with dirt.

Mud was covered with blood and sweat and grass clippings from trees and grass clippings.

The boy looked resolutely ahead, propped himself up again, and kept telling himself, "Keep going, just go a little longer, and he'll get out of here." ”

How long has passed, a few days, or a few months? No one knows, but the boy's sense of time has faded.

Hungry eat grass, eat tree bark, and even dirt, small insects that are born when the wound is inflamed.

When you are thirsty, you drink the sweat you shed and the pus from the wound that is inflamed.

The boy's little face was sallow, his lips were purple, his body was covered with black spots, his eyes were blank, and his expression was a little sluggish.

It is not difficult to see that the boy is already at the end of his strong crossbow, and he relies on his unwillingness and courage to persevere.

One step, two steps, three steps...... The biting autumn wind swayed the fallen leaves, and the late autumn wind was so merciless that it deprived the boy of his body temperature.

The only sound left in the empty mountain forest was the sound of the boy stepping on the blades of grass.

The boy's steps were vague but firm, winter was coming, there was not a single green leaf on the trees in front of him, and a dry meadow below, without a trace of life.

White snowflakes fall rapidly, and the sun slowly sinks.

A bitter cold wind howled, and the snow covered the boy's knees.

At the moment when the sun sank completely, the boy fell weakly on a white snow, without splashing a single snowflake.

The sound of falling to the ground was inaudible in the howling wind, and darkness engulfed the whole heaven and earth.

......

In the dark of night, the sky was dripping with rain. Raindrops fall on the ground with a crackling sound.

There was a young couple, dressed in black robes, hurrying around.

As the woman ran, she saw a three-year-old boy crying on a rainy night near a garbage can.

The woman saw it, walked over and picked up the boy.

The man saw it and said, "What are you doing? ”

"If I were the kind of person who didn't care about other people's lives, would you still like me?" The woman asked.

The man was speechless for a long time, but only carried the boy from the woman's arms and shielded him from the wind and rain with a loose black robe.

Until the mouth of a remote alley, the couple walked into a tunnel.

After a few minutes, the man stuck his head out and watched carefully a few times before climbing onto the ground.

After a few more minutes, the man opened the door to a house.

A little girl cautiously stuck out her head, then ran over and hugged the man's thigh and said, "Dad, you're back." ”

The woman smiled slightly and said, "Zixuan, you have a younger brother." ”

The little girl cheered, her little eyes shining and shining as she stared at the boy in the man's arms.

The man was stunned, to be honest, they really shouldn't be in their current situation.

But he couldn't say a word of refusal, and in the end it only turned into a long sigh.

"Now that you've decided to adopt, shouldn't you choose a name first?" The man's voice was a little unpleasant.

"Maybe they have names?" Women don't have a good airway.

"Yes. The man looked at the child in his arms and smiled.

The women and men were very busy for the past three days, because the boy had a high fever and had been unconscious for three days.

The doctor also said that he was afraid that he would not survive tonight.

Night, late at night, the woman sat next to the boy and watched as the boy's breathing weakened and powerless.

"Boom!" thunder flashed everywhere, and countless thunderbolts fell at the same time, accompanied by a waterfall-like heavy rain.

The woman stood up and left to close the window.

The moment the window was closed, the boy opened his eyes, felt a pain in his head, and his memory came back.

Isn't he in the snow? How is he here, and where is this?

The boy raised his hand to look at his palm, and there was not a trace of scar on his delicate and flawless little hand.

Some memories that didn't belong to him poured in, very little, but enough for him to understand the current situation.

This is the earth, not on the Shenxuan Continent.

So he crossed over and wore it onto a boy his age.

The woman came over and saw the boy who had woken up, and with a burst of joy, she hurried to call the doctor.

When the doctor arrived, he was amazed, "It should have been hopeless to burn like that, but it seems that his sense of survival saved him." ”

As soon as the boy heard this, he knew that the original owner had not resisted after all.

The next day, the boy's eyes were opened, and when he saw the woman entering, the murderous intent in his eyes was subdued, he had just turned two years old and had been trained by his father, and his judgment of people was also important, and all kinds of knowledge were not left behind.

It was obvious that the woman had no intention of killing him, and even had the intention of caring for him, but he could not fully believe her.

"What's your name, little one?" The woman asked.

After a long time, "Jun Ling." The two cold and stiff words came out of Jun Ling's mouth.

The woman smiled happily and hugged Jun Ling into her arms.

This feeling was wonderful and warm, and Jun Ling knew that he didn't hate it.

After a few days, Jun Ling had completely sorted out his thoughts, there were no divine beasts here, and there was no way to cultivate Xuan Li.

But after induction, he knew that the boy had the blood of a divine beast, and it was still a very rare physique-the body of yin and yang.

Jun Ling looked at the peaceful environment around him, and was a little dazed, everything in the Shenxuan Continent was like a dream of Nan Ke.

He is the young master of the Jun family, one of the three major families of the Spirit Fire Empire and Tianhuo City on the Shenxuan Continent.

He heard his father say that he was born with a vision from heaven and was a rare genius.

When he was one year old, his talent first appeared, and he was accepted as a closed disciple by the master of Tiangang Mansion at that time, and he was designated as the next lord of the mansion.

At the age of two, he has the ability to remember and cultivates very quickly.

What a glorious place to go, and what a bright future it is.

Of course, if it weren't for that accident, he would still be the glorious young master of the Jun family.

It was the day of his third birthday, the most glamorous day of his life, but the day he fell into hell.