From the Tabi Mountains to the south to the Luo Wu Mountains, there is a canyon abyss that is not wide, but there is no bottom, this abyss is not naturally formed, but thousands of years ago when an ancient god crossed the catastrophe, it was forced out by the thunder of the sky. Luo Lin adapted to local conditions, carved a cave in the abyss fault with mana, and created illusions with an emerald water curtain, opening up one of her two resting places in the mortal world - Lanxin Water Stream.

Except for Kyaukyue Immortal Jun and Qi Feng, who had only heard of the name but didn't know the specific location, the only one who knew this place was Sleeveless.

Half a month ago, sleeveless walked through the bottom of the cliff of Pingjiang Country to Baicao Valley, and was caught off guard by Luo Xi Yuanjun, who was ambushed there early, and escaped in time with the help of Luo Lin after being injured, and came to Lanxin Shuijian to recuperate.

Now, the owner of the stream has left, and he is the only one left here.

The Commander of All Spirits is almost complete, and now there can be no mistakes, Luo Lin has returned home, this is no longer a safe place, and he should leave immediately. However, the Heavenly Realm and several major immortal families have sprinkled the nets of heaven and earth, and the Demon Realm can no longer tolerate him, and the demon clan and the immortal clan who have signed a death contract with the Ten Thousand Armies have been guarded by the heavenly soldiers, and he can't think of any other place to go except here.

Twisting up a herb picked by Luolin, the sleeveless was a little distracted, and his thoughts were like a wisp of light smoke, slowly drifting back to the years that he had remembered countless times.

The Demon Realm Sanssouci Valley once had a very ancient name, called Jiang Sui Beach. At that time, the first three points of heaven and earth, the heavenly realm, the demon world, and the human world each dominated one side, the heavenly realm was solemn and sacred, the human world was prosperous and rich, and the demon world was hidden and mysterious.

This benevolent first demon king is the sleeveless grandfather, the red owl Xuanliang.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, the ancestor of the Feng clan, Qi Sundial, was ambitious and wanted to refine the Ten Thousand Armies Listening to the Talisman, and the first one to use it was his friend Xuan Liang, who used him to get many tokens of the demon clan, so that the calm and happy demon world fell into chaos in an instant.

Xuan Liang was heartbroken, but he had no choice but to make a big mistake, regretting it was useless, and he wanted to ask for help from the Heavenly Palace, only to find that many immortal clans were also affected, and the Heavenly Realm had no time to take care of it. Xuan Liang thought about it again and again, and finally had to leave his beloved wife and infant child behind, and went alone to stop Qi Sundial, but due to his weak strength, he finally died tragically in battle, and ended up with no bones and annihilation.

After Xuanliang's death, the demon world was in turmoil, and it was not until the Feng clan poured all the strength of the clan to resist Qi Sundial, and the heavens sent God to seal Qi Sundial, and the demon world was resettled under the rule of the second demon king.

The demon world was stable, the new king took office, and the monsters soon forgot about the first monarch who died heroically, and Xuanliang's wife didn't want to see her son An Yuan repeat her father's mistakes, so she only taught her son the art of Qihuang, wanting him to live his life as a healer.

Under her teaching, An Yuan became an excellent healer, and when he became an adult, he married a finch demon and lived in seclusion in the demon world, living a peaceful and comfortable life. A hundred years later, the demon world was in turmoil, the regime changed several times, and the entire Sanssouci Valley was plunged into continuous wars, Xuanliang and his wife came out to save people, but both husband and wife died in the war, leaving behind a young son. This son was lost at a young age, and went into exile with the little demons whose homes were broken, and spent decades of wandering life alone, and was seriously injured, and barely survived in the depths of the dense forests of the human world in the form of a beast, but he still couldn't speak at the age of 100.

This child is sleeveless, an outcast who doesn't know what warmth is and has no name.

It wasn't until many years later, when a little fox fairy who had just ascended fell unsteadily into the human world that he first experienced what warmth was.

The fox who fell into the dense forest was in a coma for about three days, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, with the soft lawn under him and the gurgling stream beside him, he sat up with the pain caused by the broken ribs, and it was a little difficult to even breathe.

"Whew-"

On the other side of the stream, there was a sudden scream of owls, and the fox was excited, and subconsciously activated his divine power to wrap his body, and he looked around vigilantly, but he never heard any movement again.

Driven by a strong sense of crisis, he had no time to continue to delay here, and concentrated his divine power on his ribs, the pain was relieved, and he was finally able to get up and walk.

The moonlight was bright, and the stream reflected a little starlight, and after a few sips of the water, the fox wanted to go all the way down the stream, looking for a populated village to rest for a while, and then return to the heavenly palace to recover after the injury was healed. Before he could take a few steps, a black shadow rushed out of the bushes on the other side of the stream like an arrow from the string, and crashed straight into his arms.

The violent collision almost dispersed the divine power condensed by the fox in the ribs, and he was numb from pain, lying on the ground and not daring to move, until the heart-piercing pain eased, his blackened eyes slowly regained their light, and he could see the black shadow in his arms.

It was a comatose black owl, the feathers on its wings had been almost plucked out, leaving only shocking mottled spots of blood, and its beak, which should have been sharp, had been smoothed out, and even slightly deformed, and its appearance was so miserable that the fox almost subconsciously thought it was dead.

"Blood is still hot......"

The firefly felt the slight beating of his palm, and after making sure that the black owl was still alive, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and raised his eyes to glance at the bushes from which it had fled, and sure enough, he saw that the gray wolf was crawling among the trees, looking at him with a fierce look.

"If you go away on your own, I will not hurt you. ”

The firefly fox silently recited the mantra, and the twelve snow leaf flying knives of the magic weapon appeared behind him in an instant, and the gray wolf noticed the murderous aura, and the ferocity in his eyes immediately disappeared, and he whimpered a few times like forgiveness, and obediently left from the bushes.

"It's not a shame that a bird of prey has been injured so much by a gray wolf. ”

Gently placing the seriously injured and unconscious black owl on the ground, the firefly fox took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and made up his mind to separate the divine power that protected the ribs and slowly injected it into its body.

"Huh......"

Sensing that there was a spiritual power in the black owl's body, the firefly fox immediately stopped, flipped it over and took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw that in the feathers in the center of the two wings, a wooden thorn had penetrated deeply into his life hole. The life point is the door of life, if the bird is injured here, it will be killed a long time ago, but this black owl is still alive, which shows that he is actually a demon or immortal who only has spiritual power cultivation.

"I see. ”

He chuckled, urging his divine power to twist the wooden thorn and slowly pull it out.

The wooden thorn was pulled out, and in an instant, a purple halo surrounded the black owl's body, and then, a thin young man covered in blood gradually appeared in the halo.

The firefly probed the boy's snort with his hand, made sure that he did not die of pain from pulling out the thorn, relieved his heart slightly, gritted his teeth and carried him up, and said helplessly: "I knew that your prototype was a teenager, so I didn't pull out the thorn first, carrying such a heavy burden down the mountain, I'm afraid that before I find the village, I will die of exhaustion halfway." ”

Stumbling and dragging the boy down the mountain, the fox was almost exhausted, and what made him even more desperate was that the village at the foot of the mountain had been abandoned for a long time, apparently after the flood or a great famine, and there was not a grain of corn left.

Picking a yard where he could barely settle down, Firefly Fox put the boy on the haystack and sat on the side to meditate and pranayama, wanting to relieve his spirit as soon as possible, so that he and the boy could get some food to eat.

In the pranayama, the young man next to him suddenly moved, he opened his eyes that were covered with blood with difficulty, and saw a white figure beside him in a daze, his eyes suddenly widened, and he raised his hand to push it away, but before touching the figure, he was directly bounced out by the protective divine power.

"Ugh!"

The boy slammed into the earthen wall, knocking out the cracks in the earthen wall that had fallen into disrepair.

Hearing the movement, the fox quickly collected his divine power, turned his head and saw the young man lying on the ground with his face on the ground, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

"You're too weak to be bounced off by my divine power. ”

He got up and picked up the boy, threw it back on the haystack, and said helplessly: "You stay honest, I'll go see if there are any mountain fruits to eat nearby." ”

The boy huddled his knees in his hands, his eyes full of timidity hidden behind his long dirty hair, and he obviously didn't understand what Hotaru was saying.

Firefly noticed that his expression was wrong, and couldn't help but crouch down, stare at him and ask, "What's your name?"

The young man's eyes were more timid, and he shrank a little tighter.

Sure that the young man couldn't understand what he was saying, Hotaru couldn't help but have a headache, he himself was also transformed by a beast, and he knew that it was not easy for people to communicate with creatures who had not yet opened their minds, not to mention that the two of them flew in the sky and walked on the ground, and it was even more difficult to communicate.

"That's it. ”

In the young man's frightened and puzzled gaze, Shi Xianfa helped him clean up the blood stains on his hair, tied it into a long braid at the back of his head, and then raised his arm, carefully wiped the dust and blood on his face with his sleeve, and comforted while wiping: "If you can't speak, don't say it, anyway, my children and grandchildren won't, so I should be a little junior." ”

The boy felt the kindness emanating from him, his tense body gradually relaxed, he raised his black eyes and stared at the blue eyes of the firefly fox glowing in the moonlight, and unconsciously saw that he was a little stupid.

"Look at what. Hotaru chuckled a few times, nodded the tip of his nose, and said softly, "Wait a minute, I'll go find something to eat, you stay here obediently." ”

The boy blinked a few times, stretched out two badly wounded and peeled arms, gently grabbed the corners of his clothes, and let out a low whimper from his throat.

His appearance was so pitiful that Firefly's sympathy overflowed instantly, and he couldn't leave him alone here for a while, so he had to stay with him and continue to be hungry until he fell asleep.

The two stayed in this dilapidated courtyard for half a month, and the injuries of the firefly fox were finally healed, and the injuries on the young man's body were also healed by the firefly.

After more than a month of getting along, the boy can more or less understand some words, and he can also use his jerky voice to call the real name of the fox with difficulty: Liyuan.

"Glass ...... ......"

The young man looked up, looked at the firefly fox who was tying his hair, and said intermittently, "Name...... Name...... I...... I ...... too."

"You want a name too?" Hotaru asked.

The boy nodded a little embarrassedly.

"Hmm...... I want to think about ......"

The firefly squatted down in front of the young man, held his beautiful face and looked at it for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "You, the hair on your wings has not grown, it is like wearing clothes without sleeves, it is better to ...... It's called sleeveless, huh?"