"Where is this? Shouldn't I have died at the hands of the Moon Wolf King?"

In a vast mountain forest, Han Shan stood in a daze, his eyes full of confusion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe sky and the earth are white, the fog overlaps, and it is very quiet.

Click!

The silence was broken by the sound of gentle footsteps, echoing in this dead space.

"This is Ironwood!"

Han Shanwei whispered. He had heard Aunt Xue say that ironwood is an extremely common tree and is very strong. In particular, the tenacity of the hundred-year-old ironwood can even be comparable to the mortal iron, while the thousand-year-old ironwood is difficult to survive in the world.

The great iron and wood can live for nine hundred and ninety-nine, and the one that destroys life is creation and calamity.

The specific catastrophe was not mentioned by Han Shanxue, and Han Shanwei naturally did not know.

His fingers lightly swiped over Tiemu's tough and thick bark, and Han Shanwei suddenly felt grief and pain in his heart.

His left hand gripped the upright ironwood, and the red blood flowed slowly down the dark ironwood.

Han Shanwei's fingertips were cut by the bark, and a piercing pain came, but the young man's complexion did not change in the slightest, his confused eyes looked at this piece of ironwood forest, a touch of grief filled his eyes, and there were blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes......

"What's the matter, why do I want to cry when I see Temu, hehe......"

Han Shanwei wiped away his blood and tears and smiled bitterly.

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"Huh?"

Han Shanwei was startled, and he heard movement from above.

Han Shanwei walked up, this is a small hill, the slope is gentle, it didn't take long for Han Shanwei to reach the top of the mountain, stopped behind an iron tree, Han Shanwei hidden.

Through the sparse branches and leaves, Han Shanwei looked up. The top of the mountain is flat, it seems to have been cut by a sharp sword, the neat stone flat is covered, and several large stones are placed at will.

A group of children as old as five or six years old gathered together and followed a two or three-year-old boy, dressed in a white coat and with two small white hands behind him.

His head was slightly raised, and he stared at a little boy in a gray coat lying on the ground in front of him.

The left side of the boy's face was high and swollen, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and his expensive robe was torn, and the breeze blew through it, and there were faint purple and blue scars.

The little boy in gray raised his head and looked at the boy in white silently, his indifferent and silent eyes were as deep as an abyss, without a trace of fluctuation.

Looking at the indifferent face and dead eyes, the little boy in white suddenly felt a touch of fear in his heart, and his proud eyes dodged. In an instant, the little boy in white was frightened, and anger rose in his eyes.

"Dareless, you waste, how can I have such a brother as you......"

The little boy in white shouted angrily and kicked it over.

With a bang, the boy in gray was kicked away and fell into the distance. The little boy raised his head, and his pale little face looked at the little boy in white indifferently, his eyes were silent.

Looking at the eternal ice cube face, a sense of dryness rose in the little boy in white's heart, but he knew that he couldn't beat him anymore, and if he continued to fight, there would be a problem.

The little boy waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go, it's uncomfortable to look at this waste......"

As he spoke, the little boy in white stepped forward and began to descend the mountain, while his attendants naturally followed, and their voices rippled in the wind with sarcasm and compliments.

"Young Master Wei really deserves to be the son of Miss Youran, that kick just now, it is estimated that he has the power to find the mountain......"

"Yes, yes, we were still looking for our natal life when we were three years old, the gap is too big, it's just Firefly and Haoyue!"

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"Actually, I've always thought it was strange, I really don't know if Daring Do is Young Master Wei's younger brother, a dog mongrel with no surname......"

"Smack!"

A slap sounded, and then, a crying voice begging for mercy came: "Young Master Wei, the little one knows his mistakes, spare his life!"

"Use the teleportation charm and throw him in that place! Even if he's really a piece of shit, only I can beat and scold him. ”

"Yes!"

"Ahh

A sound of indifference was heard, followed by a scream, and silence returned to the forest. Han Shanwei didn't hear any more sounds, he knew that the person was dead, and he didn't know why, he was particularly disgusted with that "Young Master Wei", and he had a deep rejection of him......

Without thinking about it anymore, Han Shanwei quietly looked at the little boy sitting on the ground, the tip of his nose was slightly astringent.

The little boy leaned weakly against a boulder, staring at the clear blue sky with indifferent eyes, silent.

Click!

The sound of footsteps sounded, stepping on the smooth stone lawn, some crisp, but also a little noisy.

The little boy frowned slightly, his eyes narrowed, and said, "Who are you?"

"Me?"

Han Shanwei pointed to himself and said softly, "My name is Han Shanwei." ”

"Han Shan, Han Shan!"

The boy muttered, his voice a little hoarse and complicated. Unbelievable, this is the words of a three- or four-year-old child.

"My name is Daring Do and I don't have a surname. The little boy said, his voice a little choppy and unaccustomed to speaking.

At the moment when the little boy said that he didn't have a surname, for some reason, Han Shanwei's heart trembled, and there was an unspeakable grief resonance.

But instead of saying anything, he asked, "Can you tell me who that person was just now?"

Han Shanwei didn't say who the person was, but he knew that the little boy knew who he was going to ask.

"He's called Fu Tuwei. The little boy said, the corners of his mouth crossed the arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Rumble!

Han Shanwei's mind roared, and his heart was shocked on the spot. It was a name that he felt familiar, but he never remembered.

"Is that me? Where is this?" Han Shanwei muttered, a guess, or an intuition.

"It's you and it's not you, you'll find out later. The little boy said.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes a little dim, and said, "As for this, it's just your dream." When you and I meet, it's fate, just give you something. ”

The little boy raised his left hand, and on the little boy's bruised little hand, there was a dreamlike mist object suspended in the void, which was very small, inch, like a spirit bead. The gray mist was swirling, and Han Shanwei felt as if there was a force that could not be seen by the human eye evolving.

"Dream, what is this?" Han Shanwei said, looking at the boy's fingertips, Han Shanwei was confused, why would he give himself something?

The little boy didn't answer, he smiled lightly on his indifferent face, his index finger was slightly bent, put it under his thumb, and with a flick, the inch bead disappeared, and in an instant, it appeared in front of Han Shanwei and submerged into his body.

"What is this?" Han Shanwei muttered in a low voice, and then fainted, and his figure slowly dissipated.

Seeing this scene, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of the little boy's mouth, and he muttered to himself: "Han Shan, is it really going to decline, Han Shanwei, you will not be Han Shanwei in a year, I hope you can ...... safely at that time."

The little boy looked at the proudly erect ironwood, and laughed again, everything in his eyes was shattered and turned into vanity, including himself, and only a sigh rippled in this vanity.

"When Han Shan is gone, is Han Shan still Han Shan without Han Shan? That person is also here, and the troubled times ......"

Four Han Shan, the same word, different meanings.

Hanshan is not a mountain!

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Night, pitch black, slightly cold!

In the vast plain, patches of spiritual grass emitted a cold clear light, and some of the bright grass suddenly dimmed, but there were more dark grass that lit up, deducing the flow of stars in the sky.

A few miles in the center of the plain, a hazy curtain of light obscured it, and there was a bleak glow in it, and the bright light shone brightly, and the surrounding grass seemed to come to life, swaying and emitting even more brilliant brilliance.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that the vast plain is like a galaxy in the sky, and there are "stars" circulating in it, and "the moon is in the sky"!

Within the light curtain, it is like a white world, with Haoyang in the sky!

The yellow sand is all over the field, so dry that there is no trace of aura between heaven and earth, which is quite weird.

At the edge of the light curtain, a bloodstained and pale young man lay on the yellow sand, breathing softly.

At the boy's feet, a small beast was lying down, the little beast was like a goat, with a pair of horns on its head, and its forelimbs were like baby beasts, wrapped in fluffy fur.

The small beast is completely black, and a pair of horns like dragon horns stand, and there are faint fluctuations on it to connect a person and a beast......

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the young man lying on the ground sat up, took a breath slowly, his eyes never opened, and the mountain power surged, running in his body.

"What's that?" Han Shanwei said blankly. The mountain force was running, and the mind was shrouded, and no sign of the "bead" was found.

"Babble, babble!"

At this time, a soft babbling voice came from the young man's ears, "Wei, you finally woke up, you are about to scare me to death." ”

The little beast's slightly crying voice sounded in Han Shanwei's mind, and gradually, an illusory little beast appeared in Han Shanwei's mind. In the mental space shrouded in gray fog, an illusory little beast proudly soared into the sky.

"Roar!"

As soon as it took shape, the little beast raised its head, and a majestic beast roar burst out from the small body of the little beast, shaking Han Shanwei's mind.

The gray fog was vibrating, and it was pouring out in all directions, and the location of the little beast suddenly became clear. Faintly visible, a white sigil stood above the small beast.

Han Shanwei knew that it was a shackle, a shackle that he would break on the day he broke the realm!

This was his mental space, and he could perceive something, just like the sudden appearance of a small beast......

Han Shanwei looked at the illusory beast quietly and did not speak.

The little beast didn't seem to notice Han Shanwei's existence, and the loud roar shook this space, and even Han Shanwei felt a piercing pain in his body, his body trembled in reality, and a trace of cold sweat dripped down.

The whistling echoed, shaking the space, and the little beast's head was still high, and its small mouth was open angrily. When the howling sound gradually dissipated, Han Shanwei saw that blood-colored "silk threads" swam from the gray mist, and then submerged into the mouth of the little beast.

On those blood-colored "silk threads", Han Shanwei sensed a touch of familiar aura, which belonged to the Moon Wolf King's evil intentions!

It was only at this time that Han Shanwei understood that the Moon Wolf King's potential was really hurting his soul!