In the dark night, a small figure was running wildly, and behind him was an infinite darkness, and the silence of no one around was chasing after him, trying to swallow him up and eat him.

"Mommy, Mommy", he sobbed quietly as he ran.

Pushing aside the layers of trees and wading through piles of rotting and dead leaves, his heart was full of the empty villages under the sunset, and the human skins fluttering in the evening breeze.

"It turns out that human skin, is it so light, it can be blown by a gust of wind", in addition to fear, he also had some curiosity in his heart.

Although he had been crying, he couldn't stop crying, but that sad emotion was scarce and almost nowhere to be found, as if crying was a ritual, the only thing he could do at the moment except to run for his life.

Human beings are a kind of animal after all, and it is only an instinct to make a little sound and break the silence when they are shrouded in fear.

But the darkness was getting thicker and thicker, and more and more fear was about to engulf him.

He seemed to feel that in the darkness behind him, which he did not dare to look back, there was a human skin like silk cloth, twisting and twisting in the air, chasing him.

He could even smell an almost suffocating sweet smell in his nose, as if he was beckoning, look back, look back.

If Li Xiuping can travel through time and come to him at this moment, he can tell him that this is the smell of fear, which is the self-protection of the human brain against the fear that surpasses the limit.

The young Zhao Yingjian, whose name is still Zhao Jian, ran all the way like this, forgetting the direction and time.

Gradually, he no longer felt afraid, because the emotions were so thick that he could not bear them, and the self-protection of his mind was broken, making him a zombie who seemed to be running on the edge of hell.

The starry sky in the sky did not seem to be able to see such sadness, and slowly faded the light, and in the far east there was a round as big as an egg, and the color of yellow gold and red was rising.

Illuminated by the light, he stopped blankly, and found that the cloth shoes on his feet had long been torn, and all ten toes were exposed, and the first half of his feet were all flesh and blood.

He stared blankly at his feet, which were covered in blood and mud, and strangely did not feel a trace of pain.

It's just numbness, like two pieces of wood, connected to his body, and he doesn't feel it at all, as if he's dead.

Next to the two feet, there were flowers all over the ground, and some small turquoise grass, which were fluffy everywhere.

He looked at the flowers that looked like candy balls and remembered the legend that his mother had told him.

This is the phoenix flower, as well as the same qi and branches, life and death of the Jialan grass.

Sunset Mountain, Sleepless Forest.

After a night of running wildly without knowing the direction, he came to the magical forest far west of the village, which only existed in the mouth of his father.

Daddy used to tell him a story before going to bed to scare him, mysteriously saying that there were terrible monsters here.

The little friend listened to the story from the adults, and it was determined that there was a man-eating demon dragon here on the railway.

The little child didn't know what the monster was, and he didn't know what the demon dragon looked like, so he looked at the four fields in a daze, full of colorful flower balls, and layers of covered grass.

It's so beautiful, he thought to himself, and his nerves, which had been tense all night, relaxed.

The pain that gradually came from the soles of his feet pierced his heart, like steel needles, piercing into the flesh fiercely.

It is like a sinuous poisonous snake, biting inch by inch and climbing upward.

"Ah~ it hurts!", he howled miserably, fell to the ground, held his feet and kept kneading, people rolled around on the ground, tears flew out in pain.

Suddenly, there was a burst of singing, and the gentle and delicate voice was like a soft palm, brushing through the dense trees, strange flowers and plants, and came to his ears.

The song goes like this:

The stars in the sky are shining brightly and shiningly

The wish I made was like a crystal

The little dream in my heart is growing day by day

God give me a pair of wings, and I will see the most beautiful light

La-la-la.

......

His little heart throbbed twice, and his mind flashed back to his mother's face and warm words.

"In that sleepless forest, there are beautiful fairies who will take lost children to find their way home. ”

He rolled over and jumped to his feet, stumbling and touching the front.

Leaving the bushes behind him, he staggered out of the middle and stepped on a boulder-flat with a two-man wide stream in front of him.

He followed the direction from which the song came, and walked forward on the rough sand and gravel for a while.

After turning two corners, a huge tree suddenly jumped out in front of me.

The branches that shade the sky and the sun stretch out in all directions, forming an unrivaled canopy.

The woods were forced to retreat far away, and a tree created a world that belonged to it.

The clear stream hastily broke into it and turned into a thin canal.

The clumps of stones were piled up into two long edges, and the gaps were filled with burnt clay, and when they were a few steps away, they were divided into two, the smaller one, and poured into a small field ten feet square.

The ridges of the field were neatly laid and covered with sun-dried indigo grass.

There was a wonderful figure, sitting on the ridge of the field, with his back to him, softly humming an unknown tune.

"Fairy~Is it~ fairy?" He didn't notice that his voice was trembling violently, but he was calmed by the fairyland-like scene in front of him.

The fairy stopped humming and turned to see the dirty child.

Her face went from stunned to confused, to surprised, and finally full of surprise.

She jumped up at once, and her clothes woven of soft bark flew up, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

She trotted a few times before she came to her, grabbed the child by the shoulder, and ran the unkempt hair on his head with one hand.

"Are you real? are you alive, are you really human?" she rubbed her child's little face with delight.

"Ahh

Only then did the fairy realize that the child was not only dirty, but also had countless wounds of all sizes on his body, and his feet were so swollen that he couldn't see it.

She was immediately distressed, this was the first person she had seen in so many years.

"The one lying down is a dragon, not a human~", she stuck out her tongue and felt a little guilty in her heart.

She didn't care where the child came from, just that he was a person, a person she had thought of but never seen again, and she felt that this was the heavens who had sent this child to her.

He took the child in his arms, carried him to the canal, lowered the baffle, and cut off the running water.

I saw that the water level was rising little by little, and it was about to flood both sides.

She lifted the baffle a little more, kept the water level within a certain range, and put the child's feet in it.

She took a straw sweat towel from the side, dipped it in some water, and wiped it on his face.

Cleaning out the sparse wounds little by little, trying not to touch the painful places, she carefully cleaned the child's head and face with soft grass leaves.

Then she leaned down and frowned as she looked at the blood and mud that was gradually soaking in the canal.

"What a hardship this is~" She couldn't bear it in her heart, looking at her black and purple feet, and she was ruthless.

"You bear with it~" She rubbed the child's head, lowered her body, and began to rub her feet.

During this time, the water was put in two times, and it was filled twice, and finally the blood and mud were washed away.

She ran to the hut in the tree again, took a fish bone, and punctured a few black and purple blisters, and watched as the black and red bruises dissipated, and her feet finally regained some rosiness.

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the child again.

From being picked up by the lazy waist just now, to later piercing the flesh and bleeding, the little boy didn't say a word during the whole process.

It's just that those black eyes, from beginning to end, have been tightly grasping her body.

"Poor child~" She rubbed it again in distress, and asked sucidly, "What's your name?"

The boy shook his whole body, as if awakened from a dream, and when he heard the fairy ask again, he hastened to answer.

"I, my name is Zhao Jian, Xiao Xiao Zhao's Xiao, the treasure of the sword, Sister Fairy, are you an immortal?"

He said it in a mess and confused, but fortunately, Sister Fairy understood, and said with a smile, "No, I'm not an immortal, I'm not a fairy, I'm a human, a person like you, you're from outside, and you're going out in the future, but I can't tell you my name, but you can call me Sister Xiaolin." ”

Although she hated the immortals, she was not enough to vent her anger on a child, not to mention that this child was the first living person he had been waiting for for countless years.

"Are you lost, where did you come from?" she asked gently.

The gaze was so soft, so warm. Xiao Xiao Zhao cried at that time, and the sorrow in his heart turned into tears and rolled down.

"My family is in Longwei Village, all the people in the village are dead, they have all turned into human skins, I escaped, I have escaped for a long time, I don't know where I came from. ”

As he spoke, he looked left and right, as if trying to find the right direction.

Sister Kobayashi was amused by his childish actions, thinking that what happened to her and him back then was so similar.

is also thanks to the golden blood of his body, otherwise he would have come here after thousands of mountains and rivers, and I am afraid that he would be inferior to him.

"Okay, don't think about it, the past will pass, and tomorrow is what we're looking for. She softly comforted Xiao Zhao and lifted him up from the edge of the ridge.

Her strength is extraordinarily great, this is a gift from the bloodline, and it is a natural divine power.

He held Xiao Zhao's body, which was not much shorter than him, with one hand, and skillfully wrapped it left and right with the other hand, holding the large bundle of Jialan grass next to him in his arms.

The child had never seen a fairy, and he was so shocked that he didn't know how to deal with himself.