The black light blinded the fire, and Han Bing couldn't move. He thought that Qu Liuji would be contemptuous of him, but he didn't expect that he would lose consciousness inexplicably. He stared at his eyes, unable to see anything, only to feel in the darkness, and the memories in his mind were completely gone.

The sky was spinning, Han Bing didn't know what was going on, and in the fear of the unknown and the horror of the darkness, he finally closed his eyes.

Boom Boom!

A loud noise arose, and Han Bing slowly opened his eyes, and he found that he was lying next to a dilapidated temple.

The chill was chilling, he didn't know what was going on with him, and he couldn't move if he wanted to.

So, he shook his hand, only to find that it was a fleshy little hand.

Oh my God, am I a little baby?

Where is this? Why don't I know where I've been?

Obviously, a beautiful woman told herself about her background - her father was of dragon blood or something?

Who is that beauty?

......

Han Bing, who still remembered Qu Liuji's face, completely forgot everything before. He searched his mind for past memories, but he didn't.

Because at this time, he was just a chubby baby, a baby with black eyes.

Suddenly, a thin old man walked out of the ruined temple, looking at the naked baby, his sunken eyes swept over Han Bing's body, revealing a look that seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

He picked up the baby, hid it in his wide gray robes, and walked back to the ruined temple.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, a strong wind suddenly blew, and goose-feather-like snow drifted into the dilapidated temple.

"Ahh

Han Bing's milky voice and milky sneeze made the calm old monk's body tremble slightly. He lived for more than two hundred years, but he never brought such a young milk doll.

He hurriedly made a small half bowl of rice milk for Han Bing to drink, but Han Bing's eyes like little devils were full of aura and rebellion.

He giggled, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, stretched out his little hand to grab the monk's buckle, shut up and refused to eat, so that the monk who was practicing alone in the mountains felt frightened.

"You little fellow, where did you come from?Why do your eyes reveal frightening information?Can you understand Master?" The old monk knew that such a small young doll would not answer at all, but he still asked.

Who knows, Han Bing's small hand holding the buckle was even more powerful, and he nodded desperately, as if he knew what the old monk said.

Of course he understands, he is Han Bing.

It's just that at this time, he didn't know why he came here after the sky was dark and became this little baby.

The old monk scooped a little rice milk with a silver spoon for him to drink, and he swallowed it strangely and slowly, but a trace of tears flowed from the corner of his eye.

Han Bing was at a loss at this time, no one could understand, but he still knew the truth of the grace of dripping water in his heart.

Patiently watching Han Bing finish drinking the rice milk, the old monk put him on the futon with satisfaction, and took the worn-out prayer flag from the Buddha to keep him warm.

"Little doll, in this deep mountain, no one has come, these things are left for the master's master, although it is a little worn, it can keep warm from the cold, it is also good. With that, the old monk left.

Han Bing looked at the strange roof of the broken temple with light blue cigarettes, and his eyes, which were already full of tears, suddenly drifted into a snowflake. Cold, a trace of bone-chilling coldness soaked into the cells of the whole body from the bottom of the eyes.

It was as if he had lost all his cultivation - in fact, he had really lost all his cultivation, and now he was just a little doll supported by an old monk.

He forgot Lian Han, Sima Wenjing, Han Yue'e and all the other people who had a relationship with him, Lan Yangxi, Lan Feng who had said to himself that he liked him, and even more forgot those who once looked down on him and trampled on him......

What should be forgotten should be forgotten, because in this new place, he is going to start again. Whether it is the past right or wrong, friendship or friendship, he will start his new life.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and he was crying inexplicably, and this inexplicability overwhelmed him. He didn't know what was going on, and what were the tears coming from. It seems that in the bottom of his heart, there are some things that he can't forget, but he won't remember anymore.

He wiped away his tears with his chubby little hands and closed his eyes, but there was a deep void in his mind that kept his consciousness moving forward. It was as if he could find his future direction and purpose as long as he walked to the end of that hollow.

Tell me about it!

A series of subtle and arrogant voices rang out, and Han Bing listened to them in horror, he was very afraid, even afraid that he would be eaten as food—who made him just a baby lying in swaddling clothes now?

"Squeak!"

"Chirp!"

Han Bing was relieved because he felt as if he was just a swarm of rats.

Rats don't eat people.

Yes, in this cold winter, it was a group of hungry forest rats who ran to the temple to steal food - the snow covered the mountain, where is there anything to eat?

Han Bing flipped his body vigorously, wanting to turn around and see how rats were stealing food in this deserted place.

But his strength was so great that the worn-out prayer flags on his body were accidentally shaken down.

It's cold!

The smooth thighs are like a tempting delicacy under the reflection of the sesame oil lamp, making a group of forest rats grin and salivate.

The largest of the woodrats, with a little evil in his round red eyes, smiled and said, "This has meat, brothers, go and drag this white meat back into the cave and enjoy it slowly." ”

When Han Bing heard what the mouse said, he didn't care if he was cold, he hurriedly turned around and quickly crawled on the ground.

"I can't just die in the mouths of these little rats. ”

Han Bing climbed in front, and the forest rats chased behind, and for a while the lights and shadows in the dilapidated temple were shining.

The rats are also very tricky, and they are not many times stronger than Han Bing at this time. They climbed up the shabby yellow brocade and bit it directly, hoping to let these wide, large, dusty strips of cloth cover the "big fat meat" so that they could drag it back to the cave and enjoy it slowly - not to mention that there was a boss in the cave.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Han Bing had nowhere to escape, he had already fallen into the trap of the forest rat, and was firmly wrapped in brocade, so anxious that he cried. He was so tightly wrapped that he could only breathe through the cracked holes, and his delicate skin was fortunately protected by strips of rags.

Along the way, a group of cheerful rats chewed on the yellow brocade and dragged Han Bing out of the temple.

Although the snow was falling heavily, the slippery Han Bing did not feel cold, but had a trace of heat on his body.

Little he let out a long sigh, "I'm dying." Is becoming a baby the end of your life?"

It's really fate, but in the sky.

But at this time, his life was under the control of this group of forest rats.