Aimo, who was frozen in the wind and snow, fell into a coma and came to heaven in a trance, and his parents were waiting for him with warm arms. Aimo shouted and pounced, feeling the happiness of his mother's embrace for the first time. The beautiful mother and strong father, hugging the dear baby, are reluctant to let go for a long time. Ammo was also laughing, and there was no more regret in his heart.

There are no snowflakes in heaven, no cold winds, beautiful flowers everywhere, and houses are resplendent with gold, and Aimo can't get enough of it.

"Good son, it's time to eat!" The beautiful mother actually brought a plate of steaming steamed buns! Yes, it is the steamed buns, as grandma said, there is meat in them, and they are the most delicious food in the world! Aimo grabbed the buns with both hands and stuffed them into his mouth, and he couldn't eat enough. The gentle mother didn't dislike it at all, and comforted softly, "Don't worry, there are many more." Look, and beautiful clothes, put them on and try them out!"

Wow, it turned out to be a cotton coat, this is the clothes that Aimo had been thinking about, and his mother had prepared it intimately. He hurriedly put it on, and the cotton clothes fit very well, unlike the old clothes that his grandmother was looking for, which were either big or small. Wearing a thick cotton coat, Aimo flew up excitedly, is there anything better in the world than this!

"Do you listen to grandma at home on weekdays?" asked the tall father, with a man's characteristic roughness, but his eyes were full of love.

"I'm very obedient, and my grandmother says I'm good. Aimo stood in front of his father, still a little afraid in his heart, "I just miss you very much, I'm so happy to see you today!"

"That's good, grandma is your dearest person!" the heroic father instructed earnestly, "everything she does is good to you, listen carefully!"

"Got it. Grandma won't let me in, so I won't go in. Aimo said proudly, "I didn't eat the white fish anymore, and I picked the red fruit for my grandmother." I'm not afraid of the cold!"

"What a good boy!" the mother was very happy to hear this, and praised on the side, "It's about to be your twelfth birthday, what do you want to do the most, tell us to help you make it happen!"

"I'm not a Night Clansman, okay?" Aimo timidly said his greatest wish, which was the greatest expectation in his young heart after listening to his grandmother's narration of the Night Tragedy, but he didn't dare to say it in front of his grandmother, and now that he saw his loving parents, he could finally say what he wanted.

"Nonsense!" the mother, who had just been smiling, was shocked, her face turned pale, and her body trembled with anger, "How can you think that?"

"Mother, listen to me......" Ammo panicked, he didn't want to make his mother angry, he didn't want to see her become so hideous.

"Get out, you're not our son!" the father was furious, pointed at Amor's nose, and scolded viciously, "Get out of here, we don't have a son like you." ”

"Mother, don't leave me! I'm your son!" said Amour, utterly frightened, pleading bitterly to the two dark-faced, frightening-looking fathers and mothers.

Lightning flashed all around, the bright paradise darkened, the beautiful flowers disappeared like bubbles, and the golden palaces scattered like clouds. The padded jacket that was still warm just now also turned into nothing, and suddenly the cold wind was biting, and the father with an angry face flew up violently, kicking Aimo into the black mist.

"Mom and Dad, don't leave me! I'll be a Nightborn! I'm willing to be a Nightborn!" shouted Elmo hysterically, falling faster and faster through the endless darkness until he suddenly woke up. He suddenly found a smiling uncle standing in front of him, his eyes full of warmth, just like the loving father he dreamed of at the beginning.

Elmo froze behind the blizzard in the wasteland, and a bright and strange cursed light flashed in the sky, and a sturdy figure came from the snow in the distance. This person was shining brightly, carrying a great sword on his shoulder, and the bright shield of holy light blocked the cold wind outside, and he strode in the wind and snow. If the light believers of the Nagishua Continent saw it, they would definitely know it, and this person would be one of the famous "Seven Sons of the Temple", Lan Xingyi, the demon killer sent by the Old Man of the Night Watch from the Extreme North Temple. These well-known Holy Light Judgments are the high-ranking monks in the Temple of Light, and the realm of holy law cultivation is second only to the Cardinal and the Watch Angel, and they are the best in the Illuminati.

Lan Xingyi has been immersed in the Holy Law of Light for many years, from being a man in ignorance, to a swordsman who has been training hard since he was a teenager, and then a swordsman of light, a missionary priest, a paladin of light, and a holy high priest who has sharpened his mind for many years, before he was promoted to the realm of holy light judgment. He has cultivated firmly step by step, and his belief in the God of Light is extremely firm.

At the level of the Holy Light Judgment of the Bright Sect, his cultivation is not the highest, and among the four stages of the early, middle, late, and peak stages, he is only the late stage of cultivation. However, he practiced the most diligently, and was very meticulous in his dealings with others, and was a good clean-up in the temple, and was listed as the "Seven Sons of the Temple" along with six other talents.

After the God of Light dominated the Nagisa Moon Continent, the fanatics, under the guidance of the gods, swept away the pagan beliefs of the Dark Night Clan, the Undead Clan, and the Demon Race on the continent, thus establishing a new order dominated by the Light Doctrine. And the remnants of the ghosts and the ignorant mortals who sincerely cause trouble, what they call trouble in the Cult of Light, are generally handed over to the temple to clean up. This time, the moon was abnormally illuminated, and the shattered light indicated the appearance of the demon, and the Old Man of the Night's Watch sent his powerful disciples of the Holy Light Judgment to inspect the Exiled Lands as usual and set out to eradicate these troubles.

Casting the Holy Light Escape Technique across the continent, under the guidance of the cursed light, the high-spirited "Seven Sons of the Temple" Lan Xingyi flew into the depths of the Desperate Wasteland, carefully searching for the Night Clan demons. As he strode along, he was the first to notice the red fruit on the pulley, and then he noticed the child who was about to freeze to death. Seeing a child in the wilderness made Lan Xingyi very cautious, after all, he was guided by the cursed light and came to clean up the remnants of the Night Clan, could it be that this child was a Night Clan?

With a "bang", Lan Xingyi threw a ball of "holy light" far away. The Holy Light Technique is the starting method of the Light Sacred Method, which is simple to practice but extremely useful. The flame of light that ignited after casting the spell is of some benefit to ordinary people, it is a healing holy method respected by the world, and it is even more beneficial after the blessing of the Illuminati, but it is torture for the Night Clan, as long as it is touched, it will be burned by fire. This holy light is equivalent to a murder knife, and every time the Night Clan fights with the Cultists of Light, they suffer repeatedly in this simple light technique.

It's just that the cautious Lan Xingyi, after the Holy Light reconnaissance, did not find anything abnormal, and even lost a few pieces, it entered the child's body without hindrance, not only did not ignite the fire of the burning body, but also almost saved him, it seems that this child is not from the Night Clan.

But this mortal child, could it be a trap of the Night Clan? Lan Xingyi immediately thought about it again, how could the dignified "Seven Sons of the Temple" be afraid of some dark night juniors, if it was just an orphan in distress, he still had to save it.

Lan Xing thought of doing it, and the big sword was turned behind him, and he strode forward to pick up Aimo from the snow. The child's ragged clothes, skinny body, and lonely appearance made the temple powerhouse feel sorry for him. He took out a white jacket from the storage cross, put it on the unconscious child, and continued to use the Holy Light Technique to heal it, seeing a trace of blood appear on his pale little face, and his breathing gradually became clearer.

This seventh son of the ruling is also an orphan, he has tasted a lot of hardships when he was a child, and when he saw a child with a miserable background, he has always had relatives and eager to help, even if he delayed the trip to clean up the Night Clan, he did not hesitate to do so.

The Bright Holy Law was really magical, and after a while, the frozen and dying child was brought back to life. But the child's dream words in a coma made Lan Xingyi's heart sink, and it turned out to be "I am willing to be a member of the Night Clan!"

It turned out to be a mortal child adopted by the Night Clan, and he complained that these rats had been silent for a long time, and they were mixed among mortals. This kid kept saying in his dreams that he wanted to be a Night Clansman, but it was a snake that he couldn't get back, but fortunately, he could lead the way to find the Night Lair, which could save a lot of effort. These Night Clansmen are like rats hidden deep underground, and if there are no obvious clues, it is really difficult to find.

"Child, don't be afraid! I'm Uncle Lan, not a bad person!" Looking at the child who woke up, Lan Xingyi showed a big bad wolf-like smile, just like seeing Little Red Riding Hood, "I'm finally alive, I saved you!"

"Thank you, Uncle Lan, for saving your life!" Aimo was very grateful, and struggled to kneel down, kowtowing respectfully to the smiling uncle in his eyes. This kind of care has just appeared in the eyes of my father in my dream, it is so warm, it was a dream just now, but now it is real, "My grandmother will definitely thank you!"

"Oh, you have a grandmother. Lan Xingyi wrote down the first opponent of the Night Clan, an old woman, "What about your parents?"

"My parents are gone!" Aimo couldn't help but cry as he remembered the actions of his parents in his dream, he really longed for his parents' love, "they are all dead......!

"Good boy, don't cry! Uncle is here to help you. Lan Xingyi dragged Aimo up, and then pulled the pulley up with one hand, "I'll send you back." Where's your home?"

"I can't find a home anymore. Ammo said dejectedly, "It's to the west of the red fruit grove." But with such a heavy snowfall, I got lost. ”

"Red Fruit Grove?" Lan Xing thought for a moment, got up and pointed, which was inconsistent with the direction that Aimo was walking, "Ahhh ”

"Thank you, Uncle Lan!" Aimo blushed, he was in the wrong direction, and he deserved to freeze to death in the snow. In fact, he didn't freeze to death, he starved to death, just thinking about it, his intestines twisted fiercely, and he couldn't help screaming in his mouth, "Oops!"

"What's the matter, little friend, what's the injury?" Uncle Lan's kind tone made Aimo feel the warmth of spring, and even the last bit of caution was completely wiped out.

"I wasn't hurt, I was hungry. Aimo said embarrassedly, he regarded the warm uncle in front of him as a stand-in for his father in his dreams, and relied on it in his heart.

"What's so embarrassing to be hungry. Lan Xingyi smiled, dissolved Aimo's embarrassment, took out another loaf of bread, and handed it over, "Try this, it tastes good!"

"What is this, is it delicious?" Aimo rubbed his body before taking it with both hands, and the pungent aroma of bread came from it, making people salivate. But he didn't dare to eat it right away, because there were many things in this wilderness that smelled good but tasted very bad.

"It's bread! It's delicious, so don't worry. Lan Xingyi smiled and put it away, remembering his lonely childhood, hadn't he seen bread before?

"Wow, this is bread!" Aimo held excitedly, afraid that he would fly away like the bun brought by his mother in his dream. Take a careful bite, a sweet taste instantly awakens his taste buds and activates his soul, there is such a delicious thing in the world! He couldn't help but bite down on a large piece again, "Okay...... Eat, it's too delicious...... It's over!"

If it weren't for the fact that this child had been raised by the Night Clan, I really wanted to leave him alive. Lan Xingyi looked at Ai Mo, who was eating bread for the first time, and felt pity in his heart again, "Little friend, I don't know what your name is?

"My name is Elmo, Uncle Lan. With great difficulty, Ammo replied, "I live with my grandmother." She's too old to walk, I'm going to take care of him!"

"Aimo is very capable!" Lan Xingyi took out the information, knowing that there was only one old woman left in the Night Clan, and his heart relaxed, this mission was too easy, but there was still a trace of hesitation whether to kill or stay the child in front of him. "How old are you. ”

"Hehe, it's okay. Ammo was a little shy when he was complimented like a father. He put half of the bread in his pocket, and left the good things for his grandmother to taste, "I'll be twelve years old soon." ”