In the dense mountain forest, a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old ran quickly, followed by five or six black wolves.

They say they're wolves, but they're not exactly wolves, they have long antennae on their heads and bright purple eyes. They emit a thick black gas with a foul smell that makes you want to retch.

The girl was ragged and dirty, and the dirt almost covered most of her face. Her body was covered with wounds, and her calf seemed to have just been scratched by the wolf, revealing three red blood marks.

Blood slowly flowed down the wound, dripping into the dirt along the mountain path she was running on.

The sun slowly rose from the back of the mountain, the girl panted heavily, looked back at the vicious wolves who were chasing after her, her eyes were slightly ghosted, and the steps under her feet were like a thousand pounds, and every step was like a needle tip.

The sun warmly poured into the mountains and forests, and the path that those girls walked, under the moisture of her blood, there were rows of small brown flowers poking their heads out of the soil.

The flowers exuded a strange fragrance, and the wolves smelled it, and looked at the female baby's gaze with a little desire. They pressed forward step by step, but they were not in a hurry to pounce on her. It seems that he deliberately wants to consume the girl until she is exhausted.

The girl's name is Zhimeng, she has no father and no mother, and when she wakes up in this jungle, only this name keeps ringing in her ears.

She doesn't like crowds, or she can't help but panic when she sees a crowded place.

She once passed through a mountain village, but was bullied by the children in the village because she was too sloppy. Since then, she has lived in this mountain forest, eating some fruit and catching small animals to survive.

But in the early hours of this morning, these vicious wolves suddenly broke in. They looked very fierce, and Zhimeng slipped away all night, and those wolves still chased after them.

Finally, I only felt weak, and my weak legs couldn't lift up, so I fell to my knees with a thud. She lost a lot of blood and ran all night, and she was really exhausted.

There was a slight moistness in the corners of her eyes, and a smile appeared a little self-deprecatingly. What is she running for? Running to the ends of the earth, no one will come to save her.

Her life was very short. She has no memory, no idea who she is, no relatives and no friends. It's so miserable, it's better to end it here......

About two miles to the east of Zhimeng, a seat of white clothes was hidden in the dense bushes. The young man's white hair was scattered softly on the ground, but his face was stunningly beautiful. His dark eyes furrowed slightly as he stared at the brown flowers that were blooming in the distance at his feet. He slowly stretched out his hand, and with a slight hook of his fingers, a flower floated from the ground into his hand. The pale, slender fingers trembled slightly when they touched the petals, and a name was muttered out of his mouth, "Meng'er......"

In the summer, the sky is always bright and exceptionally early. Like a countdown to life, the sun quickly climbed to the top of the mountain, shining on Zhimeng's face, swaying so much that people couldn't open their eyes. Zhimeng squatted on the ground, and heard a faint roar in her ears, but she didn't have time to pay attention, she just felt so tired and tired, so tired that she couldn't open her eyes, so tired that she just wanted to sleep deeply forever.

It was only after a while, and there was no expected pain, and she looked up a little confused. I heard the wind whistling around my ears, but strangely I didn't feel the slightest chill.

Zhimeng opened her eyes and saw that a huge wind was miraculously surrounding her, wrapping her in a ring. Anyone who approached her was blown ten meters away by the wind. But the wind was constantly shrinking, until a white dress fell from the sky on the wind and appeared beside Zhimeng.

She looked at the snow-white robe in a bit of a daze. For some reason, something suddenly flashed through her mind that she had never seen before.

A very similar snow-white robe in her mind and the scene in front of her were constantly intertwined and overlapped, making Zhimeng unable to distinguish whether she was in reality or a dream for a while. What's even more strange is that his heart began to ache faintly inexplicably.

Jue Chen glanced at the girl curled up beside him, and then looked at the drooling demon beast around him, and his good-looking eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Yesterday, Ghost Meng suddenly found himself and told him that he had found the person he had been looking for day and night for three hundred years. But without further elaboration, he turned and left.

Meng Ghost's name is Meng Ziran, and he is a well-known god of war in the heavenly realm. Since Meng Ghost first went to the battlefield at the age of 13, he has been invincible, and all the generals of the Three Realms of Immortals and Demons are in awe of him. It is said that although he is very delicate, he has a golden body that cannot be defeated, and he is invulnerable like a ghost, so everyone calls him Meng Ghost. But he was seriously injured in the battle between the immortals and demons 300 years ago, so he has been recuperating from his injuries since then, and rarely shows his face in the fairy world.

Juechen knew it in his heart. Although it can't be said that the news brought by Meng Ghost must be true, and Meng Ghost has always had nothing to do with him, how could he suddenly be kind enough to bring news to himself. But he couldn't sit idly by, and he didn't want to give up any chance of finding that person, even if it was slim.

He used his tracking technique to chase Meng Ghost all the way here, but accidentally lost his track in front of the previous mountain. Just now, the mounted spirit lion clearly sensed a powerful demonic aura, which was also mixed with a fairy aura, so he chased after it to find out. Who knew that such a scene would be encountered.

This demon beast has recently appeared in a small number of places, hurting some innocent people, he has heard about it. But he no longer cares about everything, who lives and who dies, and he doesn't care what the world has become. But I saw the sinuous blooming flowers between my low eyebrows.

Juechen frowned lightly, this kind of flower is recognizable, and the name is "heart". It seems ordinary, but in fact, it contains a powerful immortal energy, which can destroy all things and give birth to all things.

Xinzhao is very precious and rare in the heavenly realm, because it can store a large amount of immortal qi, and it has magical effects in healing, cultivation, including smelting weapons and diet. The reason why it is precious is that this flower is not like other flowers, which are bred from seeds, but requires the bloodline of the Heavenly Poison Gate.

Legend has it that only a person from the poison sect can give birth to this flower. Therefore, in the heavenly realm, there is only this flower on the Hundred Flowers Mountain, and it is specially taken care of by the people in the poison gate. And the reason why this flower is called "Xinzhao" is because its effect is consistent with the creator's mind. Flowers are born from the heart. If the flower grower has evil intentions, the flowers planted can easily take people's lives. And if the flower grower has good intentions, it can be used for various purposes to help everyone.

What Juchen doesn't understand is how there can be so many "heart-to-heart photos" in such a small mountain village. Judging from the color of the flowers, these flowers should have been planted in a terrified mood, so they are brown, and brown hearts are poisonous, but only people with filthy souls can be killed. The immortal energy I perceived just now must be because of these flowers.

While thinking, a black wolf drooled, stretched out its claws and pounced in the direction of the dust. With Zhimeng's exclamation, he raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand, and conjured a long sword, with a slight wave of his long sleeves, the demon beast was instantly split in half by a powerful air current, turning into a cloud of black smoke and dissipating instantly.

Zhimeng covered her mouth and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. I saw his eyes looking at her, just a blink of an eye, only to feel that her body was light, she was thousands of feet away from the ground, and the figures of those demon beasts were long gone.

Zhimeng saw the thin clouds floating beside her, and she only felt dizzy, her back was cold, and she didn't dare to move. She closed her eyes tightly and didn't dare to look down, and she tightly tugged at the corner of the man's clothes in her hands, for fear that if she was not careful, she would fall headlong, and the dead would be too heroic.

Suddenly, she felt an itch on her face, a wet sticky thing touching her face, accompanied by a heavy wheezing sound. She opened her eyes slightly, and a cloud of white, fluffy hair took over all of her vision. As soon as she raised her eyes, a huge lion was sitting in front of her, about seven or eight times larger than her, and was sticking out its tongue and rubbing it against her face.

With a scream, Zhimeng stumbled to the ground, was so frightened that she retreated again and again, and she couldn't help but bump into something hard.

Zhimeng had never seen such a huge and beautiful lion, its tongue was almost bigger than her head, covered with snow-white hair, only the forehead and eye sockets were flame-like red, but the eyes were turquoise and turquoise. This lion seemed to be very spiritual, looking at her with wide eyes and curiosity, and what was even more incredible was that Zhimeng actually felt that it was smiling at her!

"Don't mess around. A shallow reprimand came from directly behind Zhimeng, and it wasn't until Zhimeng lay on the ground because she lost her support that she knew that the hard thing she had just hit was the man's leg. And he didn't know when he had returned from heaven to earth.

I saw the man stretch out his hand and lightly ring it, and the lion was suddenly wrapped in countless rays of light, and instantly turned into a long ray of light and fell into the man's hand, when Zhimeng could see clearly, what the man was holding in his hand was an ordinary folding fan.

"Are you an immortal?" Zhimeng lowered her head, alleviating her dizziness for a while, but she couldn't bear the question in her heart and asked softly.

"Reach out. ”

Hearing this, Zhi Meng raised his eyes and carefully looked at the man in front of him for the first time, the man looked as warm as jade, different from ordinary villagers, he exuded an inexplicable sense of distance. But he didn't answer her question, didn't even look at her.

Zhimeng looked down and saw her dirty, muddy little hands, smiled embarrassedly at the man, and then wiped her clothes vigorously before reaching out. She was afraid of staining her snow-white robe.

Jiechen's hand holding the folding fan lightly touched Zhimeng's palm, and a small white tornado slowly rose in Zhimeng's palm, scratching her a little. Zhimeng's eyes widened, and she looked at the wind in her palm in amazement, not daring to move, until it glowed a dazzling red in her palm and then gradually disappeared.

Jue Chen looked at the red light, and his heart was already trembling. Red indicates that the person's three souls and seven spirits are incomplete. He just wanted to see if this girl had a fairy fate, after all, the flowers all over the city seemed to be related to her, and it was really unlikely that a mortal would have the ability to open a "heart". Unexpectedly, a rare red light appeared.

Taishang Laojun once told him that the person he was looking for was the incomplete soul of the three souls. Could this girl be the person he has been looking for for 300 years?

He looked at him, "What's your name?"

"Zhimeng. Zhimeng replied in a low voice.

"My name is Juechen, as you said, I am an immortal who has long been unconcerned about the world. Do you have any plans for the future?"

"No, no. Zhimeng shook her head sadly.

"That ......" Jiechen's tone paused obviously. "Would you like to come with me?"

Zhimeng looked up at Jiechen. Under the sun, the man's figure was very tall and dazzling, and for a moment Zhimeng seemed to suddenly have a feeling of being protected, sweet and warm.

This is the first time in her life that she has not been rejected and bullied, and the first time she has felt kindness.

"Good. Zhimeng hurriedly agreed, nodding his head like a rattle, for fear that he would regret it.

Looking at Zhimeng, a long-lost light rose in Jiechen's eyes. It was a kind of hope, and he had been looking forward to it for hundreds of years, and it was finally coming to an end.