It was late at night, on the silent lonely mountain, the bamboo shadows were swaying, swaying with the wind, and a low wind whistle sounded in the forest from time to time, like a sad sigh.

There were two figures on the top of the mountain, which had been standing still in the dim night for a long time.

Under the faint light, the appearance of the two also appeared dimly, they were an extremely young man and woman.

The young man, born with a graceful posture and an extraordinary moon, with well-defined facial features, as perfect as a carefully carved body, and a slender body wearing an extremely luxurious gold-threaded robe, exuding a kingly aura of a superior person from top to bottom.

But at this moment, he suddenly knelt humbly on the ground, his expression was painful, and he sobbed at the woman in front of him in a choked tone:

"Jing'er, I'm sorry for your mother and son, but this child ...... Can't stay!"

The man choked again, speechless.

The woman stood silently, deaf to the man's words, her beautiful face as cold as frost, and just stared blankly at the child in her arms.

She was holding a newborn baby in her arms, and her immature little face was only the size of a fist, round and very cute.

What is different from ordinary people is that in the middle of the child's eyebrows, there is a blazing light pattern, and the shape of the light pattern is like a peng bird with wings spread. At this moment, the light streaks are like breathing, and they are flashing and flickering.

At the same time, something even more surprising happened.

Above the distant sky, countless stars were slowly condensing, and gradually forming a huge nebula in the shape of a bird. The bright light in the nebula kept flickering, rippling the debut light waves, which seemed to echo the light patterns on the child's head.

The child slept peacefully in his mother's arms, not knowing what kind of turning point his life would face.

Only when the woman looked at her child did her cold eyes emit a glimmer of softness, and after a long time, she muttered:

"Since you have the world in mind, why don't you let go of a baby child!"

The man's eyes trembled, his expression became even more sad, and he said in a low voice:

"You know, this is no ordinary child, he has my blood in his veins, and he shouldn't have been born in the first place. For the sake of the dawn, I will never allow any threat to exist, this child cannot be kept!"

He couldn't help but look at the light lines between the child's eyebrows, the endless power contained in them had already exceeded his imagination, and made him tremble.

"If you can't bear it, I'll do it myself!"

With that, the man slowly stood up, his sad tone revealing a hint of determination.

The woman also bowed slightly, her eyes full of despair. This man who once haunted her dreams, but at this moment made her feel unprecedentedly strange and cold.

"Ha~ha~ha! What a righteous and awe-inspiring statement, just because of your unfounded suspicions, you actually can't bear to kill your own flesh and blood!"

"I'm really blind, I didn't see through you at the beginning!"

The woman couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh miserably, as if she was sad and angry at the injustice of this heavenly way.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped, the woman's jade hand was raised, the spiritual light in her palm gathered, her eyes were blurred by tears, and then she slapped it down without hesitation, and the blazing light instantly drowned the child.

The Peng-shaped nebula in the sky suddenly collapsed, and the stars in the sky were also dim.

The woman didn't stop, she turned around and jumped towards the cliff. All that remained was the last resentful curse, lingering in the mountains for a long time.

"Lin Yingtian, I curse you, live forever in repentance!"